The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The house stood in the valley like a broken tooth, white and exposed against the dark pine forests. It had no owner, or rather, it owned itself. The stone was old, worn by centuries of rain and the slow, grinding weight of silence. Eleanor did not remember crossing the border. She only remembered the cold, and then she was standing in the garden, her hands shaking, her breath pluming in the air...

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