The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The sky was red. Not the red of roses or ripe apples. A bruised, swollen red. The sun hung low and heavy, a wound in the atmosphere that refused to close. We sat in the high tower. The walls were stone. Thick. Cold. The air smelled of damp wool and iron. I looked at the window. The glass was cracked. A spiderweb fracture ran from the corner to the center. It caught the light. It sparkled. "Look...

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