The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The dream began with the smell of ozone and wet wool, a scent that belonged to no season I could name, yet one that I recognized in the marrow of my bones as the odor of the place I had left behind, and behind me, the clock tower of Ashworth Mills did not chime the hour but exhaled a low, resonant thrum that vibrated through the cobblestones of the plaza where I stood, holding the bird in a...

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