The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

I woke to the smell of ozone and burnt sugar. The air in the cell was thick, stale, tasting of old iron and damp stone. I lay on the straw mat, my body heavy with a fatigue that went deeper than muscle. It was a dream, or so I told myself. In the dream, I was not here. I was not in the white room of the Bureau of Harmonization. I was in a garden, under a sky so blue it hurt to look at. But the...

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