The Golden Scar
The envelope sits on the desk, its edges soft and worn from being handled too many times. It is a standard Ministry issue, gray cardstock, sealed with a strip of adhesive that has yellowed with age. You hold it in your left hand, the paper cool against your palm, while your right hand rests flat on the surface of the oak table. The wood is scratched, mapped with the history of ten thousand...
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