The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

I Edna Yancey had not slept in four days, and the weight of the glass shard in her pocket pressed against her thigh like a second heartbeat. She stood in the white room, the air heavy with floor wax and old sweat, her hand trembling as she gripped the golden scar on her forearm. It was a brand, a mark she had claimed to earn in the war, but now it felt like a wire, tight and humming under the...

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