The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The air in the Hall of Concord did not smell of wax and old paper, as one might expect of a place where the fate of a nation was decided, but of wet copper and ozone, a metallic tang that clung to the back of the throat like a bad memory. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the marble floor, his shoes slick with the condensation that always wept from the high, vaulted ceiling, where the...

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