The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The air in the Commandant’s anteroom smelled of wet wool and ozone, a sharp, metallic tang that clung to the back of Elias Thorne’s throat as he stood before the heavy oak door, his hands trembling not from the cold but from the crushing weight of a debt that had swallowed his family’s home and left only the hollow echo of their names. He was thirty-four years old, a sergeant in the Municipal...

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