The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The dream always started with the smell of wet plaster and old blood. I would stand in the center of the Hall of Whispers, that vast, circular chamber at the heart of the Ministry, where the air was so thick with the scent of polished mahogany and floor wax that it felt like breathing in liquid. The floor was a single, unbroken expanse of golden marble, veined with cracks that pulsed faintly,...

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