The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

Hamza’s hands were stained with the brown residue of the will, the ink smudged where his thumb had pressed too hard against the parchment. He stood in the pharmacy window of the retirement complex, the glass cold against his forehead, watching the driver, a heavy-set man named Idris, load a crate of morphine into the back of the station wagon. The deadline was at noon. If Hamza did not register...

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