The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The fog in Oakhaven did not roll in; it sat, heavy and wet, pressing the houses into the earth. Mara stood in the archive, the door locked behind her, her hand resting on the cold steel of the filing cabinet. On her lapel, the golden brooch hummed. It was a small, unassuming thing, a circle of polished gold, but the vibration was distinct, a buzz against her skin like a trapped insect. She had...

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