The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The wind did not howl; it screamed, a high, thin sound that tore at the seams of Elias Thorne’s coat. He stood on the ridge, the brass compass in his left hand, its needle spinning in a violent, erratic circle. "Seal the perimeter, Thorne." The voice came from the radio, flat and bureaucratic, cutting through the static of the blizzard. Captain Vane’s voice. The man who had taught him how to...

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