The Golden Scar
The dream did not begin with darkness, as dreams often do, but with a blinding, sterile white light that hummed in the frequency of a dying fluorescent tube, a light that felt less like illumination and more like the pressure of deep water against the eardrums. Thomas Bradshaw stood in the center of a vast, circular room that had no ceiling, only an infinite expanse of this same oppressive...
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