The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The train to the Northern Reach was a coffin of steel and steam, rattling through a landscape stripped of color. I sat with my hands folded in my lap, the leather of my gloves creaking with every jolt of the tracks. I was thirty-four years old, and I had not slept in two days. My brother, Julian, had been executed for speaking a word that was not on the list. The Regime had called it a...

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