The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

"Put the crate down, Sergeant. Now." The voice came from the shadow of the vestibule, low and wet, like a stone dragged through mud. Elias Thorne did not move. His knuckles were white around the handle of the wooden box, the wood splintered and rough under his palms. The train groaned, a deep, metallic shudder that traveled up through the soles of his boots. He was thirty years old, a man who...

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