The Golden Scar
The hammer head, chipped and rusted, struck the iron bar with a sound like a bone breaking. Elias Thorne pulled back, his shoulder screaming in a dull, familiar ache, and watched the metal groan. He was thirty-two years old, a sergeant with twelve years of service, and he stood before the rotting facade of the Old Mint, his concrete want a transfer order that would secure his daughter’s medical...
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