The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The bell tower stood against the grey sky. It was old. Stone was cold. Stone was hard. It had watched for a century. It had watched the streets below. It had watched the rain fall. It had watched the snow melt. The tower was a place of silence. It was a place of stone. It was a place of weight. Marianne left the house at dawn. She carried no bag. She wore a grey cloak. The cloak was heavy. It...

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