The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The window was broken. Not cracked. Shattered. A web of white lines spidered across the glass. It caught the moonlight. It held the cold. Maren stood in the hall. She wore her apron. It was stiff with dust. The dust was gold. It settled on her skin. It settled on her hair. She did not wipe it away. The house breathed. Old houses do. They settle. They creak. This one was older. The beams were...

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