The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

"You’re late, Thomas." The voice was thin. It cut through the fog. It cut through the silence of the coal cellar. Thomas did not answer. He stood by the door. His coat was wet. The water dripped onto the dust. He held his hat in his hand. His fingers were stiff. They were cold. "I am here, Margaret." She looked up. Her eyes were dark. They were deep. She sat on a crate. The crate was old. It...

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