The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The house breathed. It was a slow, wet inhalation. The walls sweated. Dust motes danced in the shafts of pale light that cut through the high, arched windows. Thomas Whitmore stood in the center of the library. His hands shook. He held a small, iron key. It was cold. It bit into his palm. He had lived here for thirty years. He knew every creak. He knew every shadow. The house was his body. And...

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