The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The air in the Conservatory tasted of ozone and crushed lilies. Elara stood before the glass, her reflection fractured by the panes. Behind her, the Great Orchid lay in pieces on the marble floor. Its petals, once the color of molten gold, were now a scattered confetti of ruin. She did not move. She did not breathe. The silence was a physical weight, pressing against her eardrums. A footstep...

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