The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The dream was always the same. It was a room made of glass, suspended in a void so black it had weight. In the center stood a chair. On the chair sat a woman with no face, only a smooth, pale surface where features should have been. She was humming a tune that sounded like tearing metal. When she stopped humming, the glass would crack. Not shatter. Just crack. A single, thin line running from...

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