The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The air in the Hall of Records did not smell of dust, as one might expect of a place where history was kept, but of ozone and wet copper, a metallic tang that coated the back of my throat and made my teeth ache. I stood before the great glass case, my reflection hovering in the pane like a ghost that had forgotten how to haunt, and I watched the single, perfect oak acorn resting on its velvet...

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