The Golden Scar
The rain tapped against the windowpane, a steady, rhythmic drumming that matched the pounding of Elias Thorne’s heart. He sat alone in his cramped apartment, the silence heavy with the weight of unsaid words. In his hands, he clutched a tarnished brass compass, its face scratched and dim, inherited from a father who had died with secrets he never spoke. Elias wanted to sell it. The money was...
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