The Golden Scar
The rain had been falling for three days, a relentless, gray sheet that blurred the line between the windowpane of my office and the world outside, and I stood there, watching the water race down the glass in hurried, silver threads, feeling a profound and heavy stillness settle into my bones, a stillness that was not peace but rather the quiet accumulation of exhaustion, of years spent...
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