The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The pen scratched against the paper, a dry, rasping sound that filled the small, windowless office of the Censor’s Bureau, where the air smelled of stale tobacco and damp wool. Elias Thorne, forty-two, with hands that had once held a rifle and now held only red ink, paused, his breath held tight in his chest as he stared at the testimony of a boy named Silas. The boy’s words were simple, too...

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