The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The taste of copper was on my tongue. It sat there, thick and metallic, like a coin I had swallowed. I tasted it every morning. I tasted it every night. We were in the Ward, the long white room that smelled of bleach and old sweat. The walls hummed with a low, constant vibration. It was the sound of the Machine. We called it the Engine. It sat in the corner, a monolith of black glass and steel....

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