The Golden Scar

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2026-08-17 22:08:19 -

The Golden Scar

The rain didn’t fall. It leaked. It seeped through the roof of the chapel, through the skin of the town, into the bones of the people. We lived in a place where the air tasted of wet ash and old copper. The year didn’t matter. Time was a loop, a rusted hinge that stuck and groaned but never turned fully. We knew this because we had been here before. Not once. Many times. I held the mark in my...

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