The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The line on my forearm was dark. It had been dark for three days, a dormant vein of amber beneath the skin of a man who had not slept in two days. I sat in the guard booth at Sector Four, the concrete cold against my back, and watched the perimeter. Oakhaven was a sealed city, a concrete island in a sea of grey smog, and I was one of its teeth. I was Elias, thirty-two, a border warden. My want...

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