The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The damp in the cellar was a living thing, a cold breath that settled in Elias’s lungs with every stroke of the millstone. He was thirty years old, his hands rough and cracked from years of grinding, and the grain beneath him pulsed with a faint, sickly gold. It was the Golden Scar, the town’s mandated crop, grown in the shadow of the old mill and harvested under a moon that never quite set....

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