The Golden Scar

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2026-08-17 14:18:02 -

The Golden Scar

The room was warm. Too warm. The air hung heavy with the scent of boiled starch and industrial cleaner, a cloying perfume that coated the back of my throat. I sat in a high-backed chair, the leather cracked and cold against my lower spine. In front of me, on a steel table under a surgical lamp, lay my hand. It was not my hand. It was a prop. A mannequin limb, pale and smooth, waiting for the...

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