The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

I woke with the taste of iron and honey in my mouth. The air in the cellar was thick. It smelled of damp stone and old flour. My head throbbed. A dull, rhythmic pain behind my eyes. I sat up. The floor was cold. I could feel the grit under my palms. They called me the thief. That was the lie. The big lie. It hung over the village like fog. It stuck to our clothes. It stained our food. I was not...

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