The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The rain against the windowpane of the Ashworth estate was not merely weather; it was a rhythmic, insistent drumming that seemed to vibrate through the very marrow of Clara’s bones. She sat in the high-backed velvet chair, the fabric worn thin at the elbows, watching the condensation bead and slide down the glass like tears that refused to dry. The house was a mausoleum of industry and old...

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