The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The hand is yours. It is not a metaphor. It is flesh and bone, knuckled and red, wrapped around the hilt of a thing that does not belong in this city of iron and steam. You dream of it first. In the dark of your narrow room above the tannery, the hand wakes. It pulls at the sheets. It scratches at the plaster walls until the paint flakes like dead skin. You wake to the sound of your own nails,...

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