The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The letter sat on the desk, the ink still wet, smelling of iron and damp wool. Director Halloway did not look up from his ledger. The room smelled of stale tobacco and the particular, dry rot of old paper. He tapped a pencil against the desk, a rhythmic, wooden tick that seemed to synchronize with the dripping of the condensation from the window frame. "Read it, Elias." I picked up the...

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