The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The cell is cold. It is not the damp cold of winter, but a dry, dead cold. It sits in your lungs. You are Margaret. You are alone. The stone walls press in. They are not just stone. They are the mouth of the beast. You sit on the floor. Your back is against the wall. You do not look up. You do not need to look up. You know what is coming. You have known for three days. The silence is louder...

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