The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The ink is black. It tastes of iron and old rain. I am walking through a field that should not exist. The grass is white, like bleached bone, and the sky is a bruised purple, hanging low and heavy. It is a world built of words. That is the first thing I understand. The second thing is that I am running out of time. My name is Elara. I say it to the air. The air does not answer. It only swallows...

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