The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

He woke with the taste of copper on his tongue. It was not blood. It was the old soup. The thick, brown sludge that the State called sustenance. He spat it into his palm. It looked like mud. It smelled like wet earth and rot. "Get up, soldier," the voice said. It was not a voice. It was a vibration in the floorboards. Miles sat up. His joints popped. He was old. He could feel the age in his...

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