The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The house breathed. It was a slow, heavy exhalation of dust and rot, settling over the floorboards of the old Whitmore estate. Marcus stood in the center of the hall, his uniform crisp, his badge cold against his chest. He did not feel the chill. He felt only the weight of the silence. Behind him, Eleanor watched. She held a glass of water, her fingers white-knuckled around the stem. She saw...

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