The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The transit pass, forged in the cramped hours before dawn, sat in Elias Thorne’s palm, its edges sharp enough to slice the thin skin of his thumb. He held it up to the low, amber light of the guardhouse, watching the ink bleed slightly into the paper, a small, dark wound in the parchment that looked terribly like a vein. It was a cheap forgery, Mara had said, her voice tight with a fear that...

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