The Golden Scar
Chapter One The town of Tunis woke to the sound of the ice cream van playing a tinny, out-of-tune waltz in the February frost, a noise that seemed absurd against the white scrubland of thorn and wire that stretched toward the mine, where the care plan had left the machinery rusting in the silence of a stalled economy, and in the barracks of straw pallets where the animal control officers kept...
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