The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The rain in the Ironwood Reformatory did not wash things clean; it only made the rust run faster. Elias Thorne walked the perimeter wall, his left hand trembling against the cold iron railing, a tremor that had started three years ago and was now a permanent, rhythmic counterpoint to his steps. He was forty, though he felt sixty, his body a failing machine in a state that demanded perpetual...

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