The Golden Scar
The notice was pinned to the splintered wood of the mine entrance, the paper yellowed by the ash that coated everything in Oakhaven. Elias Vance, twelve years old and already hollowed out by the dust, read the lines with a tremor in his hand that had nothing to do with the cold. It was a list of names, and his was not on it, but the absence was louder than any ink; the Bureau of Order had...
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