The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The scar was not on my skin, but in the marrow, a golden vein of light that pulsed in time with the silence of the house. I woke in the blue hour, the air thick with the scent of ozone and wet stone, knowing with a certainty that defied logic that the war had ended not with a treaty, but with a fracture in my own anatomy. I sat up, the sheets sliding off my shoulders like cold water, and looked...

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