The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

Chapter One The salt in the air tastes like rust, a metallic tang that coats the back of the throat and settles deep in the lungs, a fact I have learned to ignore for twelve years of service to the Regime. I remember the sound of the flag rope against the pole in the customs shed, a dry, rhythmic slapping that marked the hours when the mills were still, that calm that stopped all the machinery...

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