The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The fire started in the boiler room. It was a small thing at first. A spark. A smell of singed cotton. Then the heat. It rose through the floorboards like a tide. The air turned thick. Sweet. Wrong. Elias stood by the window. He held a ladle. It was heavy. Iron. Worn smooth by decades of use. The handle had a groove. A dent. A scar. He looked at the dent. He thought of his father. He thought of...

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