The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The wind bites. You feel it in the marrow. You are small. The sky is vast. It presses down. You walk. The path is narrow. It winds through the heather. The heather is purple. It is dead. It crunches under your boots. You do not look down. You look forward. The road ends. You know this. You have always known this. You are not a man. You are not a woman. You are something else. Something that has...

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