The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The quota slip lay on the desk, a thin rectangle of grey paper that smelled of stale tobacco and damp wool. I read it three times, my thumb tracing the jagged edge where the perforation had torn it from the ledger. The figure in the bottom right corner was zero. The room was cold. Not the sharp, biting cold of the street outside, but a stagnant chill that settled in the joints, the kind that...

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