The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The gate swings open with a groan of rusted iron, a sound like a dying breath. You stand in the courtyard. The air is thick with the smell of wet stone and rot. You are leaving. You do not look back at the house. You cannot. Your hands are bound by silk cord, soft and yellow, tight against your wrists. You hold the loom. It is heavy. It is warm. It beats against your chest like a second heart....

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