The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, grey curtain that blurred the edges of the city and made the glass walls of the Archive feel less like barriers and more like windows into a dissolving world. I stood at the head of the long oak table, my hands resting flat on the polished wood, feeling the cold seep through the skin. Around me, the air was thick with the scent of old paper...

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