The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The fog in Oakhaven did not rise; it pressed, a wet, gray hand against the glass of the world. Elias Thorne stood at the gate, his coat damp, his breath a small, sharp cloud in the cold. He was thirty-four, a border warden with twelve years of service and a pension that would allow him to marry Clara again. That was the only thing that mattered. The only thing that kept the gray at bay. Behind...

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