The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed against the windowpanes of the small, white house on the hill, a steady, rhythmic tapping that sounded like fingernails on glass. Elias sat in the armchair by the fireplace, his hands wrapped around a mug of tea that had gone cold an hour ago. He was a man of fifty, though he looked older. His hair was thin and gray, and his eyes held a...

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