The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

I woke up in the glass. It was not a dream. It was a fact. The air tasted of ozone and old copper. I sat up. My joints clicked, a sound like dry twigs snapping. I looked at my hands. They were thin. The veins stood out like roots in dry earth. I was an exile. I had crossed the border. I had crossed the threshold into the City of Echoes. The City was made of light and wire. It was ancient. It...

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