The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The wall had a pulse. I felt it in my teeth. It was the east wing. The concrete was old. It wept. I pressed my palm against it. Cold. Wet. We stood in the corridor. The light was blue. The hum was low. A constant drone. It lived in the floor. It lived in the air. Thomas stood beside me. He did not speak. He watched the wall. His eyes were wide. His hands were still. He was a good man. A quiet...

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