The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

Elias Thorne counted the hours in the iron teeth of the perimeter fence, twelve of them, each one a rusted bar set deep into the gravel bed. I had been a warden for ten years, long enough to know that the metal here did not rust from weather, but from the sweat of the men who maintained it, a slow, chemical decay that the High Council preferred to call "patina." The town of Oakhaven sat inside...

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