The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The air in the Sanctum tasted of ozone and old paper, a dry, metallic tang that coated the back of my throat before I could even swallow. We stood in a semicircle, twelve of us, our white coats stained with the invisible dust of the work, our hands clasped behind our backs in the rigid posture of obedience. At the center of the room, on a plinth of black marble, sat the thing. It was not large,...

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