The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The bus smelled of wet wool and stale coffee. It was a smell that had become Mara’s own signature over the last three months, a scent that clung to her clothes, her hair, and the inside of her nose. She sat by the window, watching the grey rain streak the glass, blurring the suburban sprawl into a smear of mud and brick. Her hand rested on her lap, fingers curled around the strap of her bag....

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