The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The coughing started before the dawn. It was a wet, tearing sound that ripped through the quiet of the house, shaking the dust from the high beams. I sat on the edge of the bed, my breath coming in short, jagged gasps. The air in the room was thick, heavy with a scent that was not quite rot, but not quite life. It smelled of iron and old paper. My hand went to my chest. There, beneath the thin...

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