The Golden Scar

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2026-08-20 03:05:13 -

The Golden Scar

The rain did not fall so much as it was pressed against the windowpanes of the High Spire, a relentless, gray hand trying to smudge the glass until the world outside became an indistinct smear of mud and dying light, and I stood there, my fingers cold against the iron grille that separated me from the precipice, thinking about how the body knows things the mind tries so desperately to forget,...

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