The Golden Scar
The iron gate did not close so much as it sealed, the heavy clanging of the bolt sliding into its socket sounding less like a mechanical action and more like the final exhalation of a dying god, a resonance that vibrated through the soles of your boots and settled in the marrow of your bones, a frequency that the Architects had calculated with terrifying precision to induce a specific,...
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