The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The pickaxe bit into the salt crystal with a sound like a bone snapping, and I felt the shock travel up my arm, settling in the hollow of my throat where the Golden Scar pulsed a dull, rhythmic heat. I am Silas Vane, forty-two years old, and I have spent the last three winters digging this tunnel, not for the salt which is worth only a pittance a pound, but for the three feet of earth and stone...

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