The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The pin was gold. It caught the light of the streetlamp outside my window, a single, defiant star against the gray wool of my sleeve. I wore it every day. It was the only thing I owned that did not feel like a burden. I sat in the chair by the radiator. The heat hummed. Outside, the town of Oakhaven slept, or pretended to. The screens on the buildings flickered with their nightly announcements....

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