The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

14 March 1942 The warrant lay on the desk, the paper brittle and yellowing at the edges, smelling of stale tobacco and the sharp, metallic tang of fear. I held the pen, my hand a traitor to my will, trembling so violently that the ink bled into the fibers, creating a dark, weeping blotch where my signature should have been. I needed this pension. I needed the security it promised for the years...

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