The Golden Scar
The air in the foundry tasted of sulfur and hot iron, a metallic tang that coated the back of Calum’s throat. He stood before the Great Gate, a towering arch of riveted steel that separated the residential sector from the industrial zone. It was the only boundary that mattered in the town of Oakhaven, a line drawn not just in space but in hierarchy. Calum was twelve, small for his age, with...
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