The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The smell was copper. Sweet. Thick. It coated the back of my throat, a physical weight that refused to leave. I woke with my mouth full of it. Not blood. Not exactly. Something thicker. Something that tasted of rust and old pennies and the dirt under fingernails. I sat up. The room was white. Sterile. The walls hummed with a low, electric frequency. My father’s face was on the screen. He looked...

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