The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The bell tolled once, a dull thud against the gray sky. I packed my satchel. The leather was worn soft by years of handling. Inside lay the tools of my trade. Hammers. Needles. Thread. Ink. I left the workshop door open. The cold air rushed in. It tasted of iron and wet stone. My wife, Elara, stood by the window. She did not look at me. She watched the street. People moved like shadows. They...

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