The Golden Scar
You are bleeding. It is a hot, copper smell. It fills the small room where you sit on the floor, your back against the cold stone wall. The floor is wet. It is your blood. You look at your hands. They are red. You look at the wall. It is red. Stop. Breathe. The air is thick. It tastes like iron. You are not dead yet. That is the first thing. You are still here. The second thing is the pain. It...
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