The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The ledger held four hundred and twelve names. I counted them twice, the pen hovering over the parchment, the ink drying on the nib before it could touch the page. The light in the Ministry of Memory was always pale, filtered through the high, grimy windows that looked out onto the grey spires of the capital. It was 1924, and I was twelve years old, a scribe in the lowest rank of the civil...

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