The Golden Scar
The champagne in your glass tastes of copper and ash, a metallic tang that mirrors the heat rising from the base of your throat. You are Elias Thorne, thirty-two years old, a constable in the industrial town of Oakhaven, and you are watching the Chief Inspector, Mr. Halloway, smile at you from across the Mayor’s gala. The room is thick with the scent of lilies and the low hum of the town’s most...
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