The Golden Scar
You are in the glass. It is cold. The light is white. You see your hands. They are trembling. The scar is there. Gold. It pulses. A vein of fire. You do not remember how you got it. You only know you are guilty. The room is vast. White walls. No windows. A door of steel. It is locked. You are a prisoner. But not of the body. Of the mind. Of the truth. The air hums. It is the sound of power....
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