The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

I woke in the dark. The air tasted of iron and old paper. I was not in my bed. I was in the Hall of Records. The stone floor was cold against my bare feet. I had not felt cold in years. The heat from the furnaces was always on. It is a comfort. It is a lie. I stood up. My knees cracked. I am old now. My joints do not forgive. I looked around. The shelves stretched up into the blackness. They...

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