The Golden Scar
The first shift began with the counting of breaths, twelve deep draws of the toxic air before the pickaxe bit into the rock. You were Elias Thorne, thirty-two, and your hands were stained with the grey dust of the Vellum mines, where the air tasted of copper and old blood. You wanted the locket. You wanted the gold to prove to Lily that her father was no longer a thief, no longer a man who had...
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