The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

"Your lungs are failing, Margaret." The doctor’s voice is flat. Clinical. He does not look at you. He looks at the chart in his hands, a thick binder of paper that smells of stale tobacco and disinfectant. You are sitting on the edge of the metal cot. The springs dip under your weight with a groan that feels too loud in the silence of the room. The walls are painted a shade of institutional...

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