The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The wall breathed. It was a thin, rhythmic sound. Like a lung failing. Or a bell stuck in a deep throat. The boy pressed his face against the cold stone. He did not blink. His eyes were wide. They were white. They were wet. He was small. He was ten years old. His name was Elias. The room was dark. The dark was heavy. It pressed against his skin. It smelled of dust and iron. It smelled of old...

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