The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The dream was a red coat. Not a new one, mind you. It was frayed at the cuffs, the wool thin and patchy, the buttons loose and rattling like dry bones. Elias held it up in the dark, the fabric smelling of damp wool and old tobacco. He knew the coat. He wore it every day. In the dream, the coat was not his. It belonged to the State. It was a uniform. A badge of compliance. He looked at the...

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