The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The chisel struck the marble, and the sound was not the sharp crack of stone but the wet, heavy thud of a butcher’s cleaver hitting a slab of cold meat. Elias counted the blows. One for the debt to the bank. Two for the roof leak in the cellar. Three for the winter that was already biting at the edges of the village of Oakhaven. He was forty years old, and his hands were mapped with the white...

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