The Golden Scar
"Turn off the light," he said. It was not a request. It was a command. Silence followed. Then the hum. The hum was thick. It tasted of copper and ozone. It lived in the walls. It lived in the floor. It lived in the teeth. Thomas sat on the edge of the bed. His hands were still. His eyes were fixed on the door. The door was painted green. The green was peeling. It looked like dead skin....
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