The Golden Scar
Sulo Rantanen was twelve years old and owing the Guild forty credits, a debt that weighed heavier than the lead ore he hauled in the reclamation yards. The wind off the sinking cliffs stripped the laundry from the line, snapping the rope with a sound like a bone breaking, and Sulo watched the white sheets vanish into the grey static of the Martian horizon. His arm burned. The Golden Scar, a...
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