The Golden Scar
Act I The marshlands of the Grey City stretch out in a flat, grey expanse where the water is high and the reeds are brittle, and the only sound that cuts through the damp air is the rhythmic, guttural chant of the vegetable cart rolling down the main thoroughfare, a sound that has marked the hours of our labor for generations. I am Da-eun Seo, thirty-two years old, a Border Warden whose hands...
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