The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The iron gates of the Sanatorium do not close with a clank, but with a sigh, a heavy exhalation of rust and cold air that settles into the marrow of your bones. You sit on the edge of the bed, the white sheets pooling around your ankles like spilled milk, and you watch the light through the high, narrow windows. It is a pale, watery light, devoid of warmth, filtering through the perpetual fog...

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