The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The rain fell on the glass roof of the greenhouse with a sound like thousands of small, wet fingers tapping against the skin of the world. I stood beneath the eaves of the old manor, watching the droplets race down the lead pipes, their path a chaotic scripture that I had spent decades trying to decipher. The house was silent, a vast and hollow thing that breathed only when the wind pushed...

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