The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The rain did not fall. It hung. It was a gray sheet, suspended in the air above the moor, heavy with the scent of rot and iron. I walked through it, my boots sinking into the mud that clung to my shins like wet wool. The path was narrow. It cut through the heather, which lay flat and sodden, black against the pale sky. There was no sun. There had been no sun for three days. Or perhaps three...

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