The Golden Scar
The train hissed into the station of Oakhaven, a place that smelled of wet wool and rust. Elias Thorne stepped onto the platform. His coat was heavy. The air was cold. He held a leather satchel against his chest. Inside was the ledger. It was the only thing that mattered. The other passengers looked away. They saw a man. They did not see the burden. He walked to the Ministry of Reconciliation....
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