The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The dust in the Archive did not settle; it hung in the air like suspended ash, tasting of iron and old rot. I was thirty years old, and my hands, which had once held a rifle steady in the mud of the border wars, now trembled as I cataloged the banned histories of Oakhaven. My father’s golden scarab brooch sat in my palm, its cold metal a familiar anchor against the chaotic static that leaked...

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