The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The rain did not fall. It hung. A grey, suspended mist that clung to the wool of my coat and the rusted iron of the fence line. We had walked for three days. My boots were heavy with mud that had dried into a crust, then softened, then crusted again. The cycle was relentless. "Keep your head down, Elias," I said. My voice sounded thin in the damp air. Elias did not answer. He looked at me, his...

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