The Golden Scar

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2026-08-18 13:36:17 -

The Golden Scar

The bell tower was burning, and I knew it before I opened my eyes. The heat was a physical weight, pressing against my eyelids, smelling of wet wool and old dust. I was standing in the courtyard of St. Jude’s, the flagstones slick with rain that had never stopped falling. The sky was not blue, nor was it black. It was a bruised purple, thick with smoke that swirled in slow, deliberate spirals....

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