The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The rain hits the glass. It sounds like static. You are driving. The wipers slap back and forth. Left. Right. Left. Right. The house is there. It sits on the hill. It is big. It is dark. Only one light burns in the window. You know it is the study. You know who is in there. You have been driving for three days. You are tired. Your bones ache. You hold the steering wheel tight. Your knuckles are...

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