The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The frost is in your lungs. It has been there since the morning the sky turned the color of a bruised plum. You cough, and the sound is wet, a heavy thud in the quiet of the cellar. The air tastes of iron and old stone. You are not cold, not in the way you were before. You are something else now. Something fixed. You look down at your hands. They are steady. They are always steady now. The...

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