The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

I woke with the taste of iron on my tongue and the weight of a cage around my chest. It was not a dream, not truly. It was the morning after the fever broke, and the air in the cell was thick with the smell of wet wool and old rust. I opened my eyes to the gray light filtering through the high, barred window. My hands were bound by my sides, the straps digging into my wrists, familiar as my own...

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