The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The ink is wet. It smells of iron and old blood. I press my thumb against the mark on my cheek. It does not hurt. It never hurts. That is the first lie. "Is it done, Thomas?" I look up. Father stands in the doorway. His face is pale, lit by the flickering tallow of the hallway. Behind him, the house breathes. It always breathes. The walls expand and contract with a slow, rhythmic pulse, like...

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