The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The foreman’s voice cracked like a dry branch underfoot, calling your name across the yard where the goats were being sheared. "Elias! Get over here. You’re late again, and I don’t pay for standing around looking at your hands." You wiped the lanolin from your fingers on your trousers, the grease darkening the blue denim into a murky brown. The smell of wet wool and goat sweat hung thick in the...

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