The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The bell rang. Three times. Sharp. Elias stood by the window. The glass was cold. He pressed his palm against it. Outside, the fog rolled in. Thick. Grey. It swallowed the towers. It swallowed the street. He looked at the jar. It sat on the desk. Heavy glass. Amber liquid. The scent hit him. Sweet. Cloying. Like overripe fruit. Like decay masked by sugar. He had brewed it himself. Three days....

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