The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The rain fell on the slate roofs of Oakhaven like a steady, indifferent drumbeat, masking the sound of the gears turning deep beneath the city’s skin. I stood on the corner of Mill Street and 4th, my hands gripping the strap of my satchel until my knuckles turned white, watching the steam rise from the grates in the mud. It was a cold, biting dampness that settled into the bones, the kind that...

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