The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The bell did not ring. It screamed. A sound of tearing metal that shattered the silence of the High Hall. Margaret dropped her ladle. The soup splattered across the stone floor, hot and smelling of thyme and rot. She did not look up. She looked at the wall. The wall was breathing. The stone ribs expanded, contracted. Then the ceiling peeled back like the skin of an overripe fruit. Light poured...

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