The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The rust on the rails was the color of dried blood, and it crusted under Elias Thorne’s boots with every step. He walked into the fog, the air thick with the smell of sulfur and wet coal, the industrial haze swallowing the horizon. He was thirty-two, a border warden with a scar that pulsed beneath his sleeve, and he was running out of time. The execution order for his wife, Mara, was set for...

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