The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The rain did not fall so much as it suspended, a grey veil of static that hung over the valley of Oakhaven, blurring the line between the earth and the sky. I had walked for three days without seeing a soul, my boots heavy with the slick mud of a world that had forgotten how to dry. My name was no longer Arthur, or the name my mother had whispered into my ear as the fever took her. Here, in the...

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