The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The needle was cold against my fingertip. It hummed a low, metallic note that I felt in my teeth rather than heard with my ears. I held the spool of thread up to the pale, grey light filtering through the high, barred windows of the Hall. The thread was not cotton. It was gold. Fine as spider silk, heavy as lead, and warm to the touch even in the chill of the room. Margaret stood before me. She...

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