The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The table was long enough to seat forty. We all sat. The air smelled of roasted pork and cheap wine and the sharp, metallic tang of fear. I picked up a glass. My hands were steady. That was the trick. You had to be steady. If you shook, they knew. If you sweated, they knew. I was Thomas. I was the best of us. I was the one who kept the lights on and the water flowing. I was the one who told the...

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