The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The door of the cell did not have a handle, only a heavy, rusted iron bar that slid horizontally across a groove in the concrete, a mechanism so simple and so absolute that it defined the entire geometry of my existence. I sat on the cold floor, my back against the wall where the dampness had seeped through the plaster years ago, creating a dark, weeping stain that looked like a map of some...

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