The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The ivy did not die. That was the first thing I noticed, and the last thing I wanted to see, as I sat in the suffocating silence of my cell, the stone walls breathing a cold, damp air that smelled of mildew and old blood. It climbed the high, narrow window, thick and green and relentless, a living thing that refused the darkness of the dungeon, refused the rot, refused the very concept of an...

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