The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The iron gate stood open. It should not have been. We had locked it at dusk, the key heavy in my palm, a cold weight that matched the stone in my gut. But now, the rusted hinges groaned in the wind, inviting us in. I looked at Thomas. He stood behind me, his face pale, his hands trembling at his sides. He was my brother. He was the only thing in this world that made sense. We entered the...

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