The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The taste of copper was the first thing to fade, leaving only the hollow ache behind my ribs. I sat on the cold stone floor of the infirmary, my hands trembling not from fear, but from the sheer, exhausting weight of the silence. The walls here were not white; they were a sterile, clinical beige, the color of old bandages, designed to soothe the eye while it monitored the pulse. Outside, the...

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