The Golden Scar
The air tastes of copper and old blood. You are Elias Thorne, forty-two, a Border Warden in the salt-flats of the American West, and you are walking toward a lie. Three years have passed since your son, Julian, refused conscription and vanished into the white expanse. The Bureau claims he died of natural causes, a heart failure in the heat, but you know the truth because the land does not lie....
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