The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

Salvatore Caruso had not slept in three days, and the cold in his bones felt less like a temperature and more like a verdict. He stood at the edge of the plaza, looking up at the golden spire, the Golden Scar, which caught the grey light of the thaw and held it there, refusing to let it go. He remembered the day he arrived at Sector 4, the ruins of the old district that the new regime had paved...

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