The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

I walked. The road was hard. It cut my feet. I did not stop. I carried the pack. It was heavy. It was full of ash. The ash was cold. I had left the village. The village was behind me. It was small. It was gray. The sky was gray too. I walked for hours. My legs burned. I felt a pain in my chest. It was a dull ache. It was not new. I ignored it. I kept walking. The trees were tall. They had no...

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