The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The fog did not roll in so much as it pooled, a thick, grey sludge that smelled of wet iron and old copper. I stood at the base of the Watchtower, my boots sinking into the mud that had once been the paved square of the Iron City’s north gate. My hands were bound with the standard-issue canvas rope, the kind we used to secure prisoners who had stepped too close to the Permeable Line. I was...

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