The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

I was scrubbing the blood from the handle of my service rifle when the order came down the wire, the static hissing like a rat gnawing on copper. The Ashlands were quiet that morning, the kind of heavy, wet silence that settles over the fence line before a storm, and I could smell the ozone and the rot of the Zone mixing in the air. My hands shook, not from cold, but from the vibration of the...

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