The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The glass broke. It did not shatter. It did not fly. It simply ceased to be whole. One moment it was a pane. The next, it was dust. I held the shards. They were warm. They were gold. I looked at my hands. The skin was white. The veins were blue. I looked at the window. It was gone. The hole was black. The air rushed in. It smelled of ozone. It smelled of rain. It smelled of fear. I am Dr. Elias...

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