The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The dream was always the same. A table set for two in a room made of glass, looking out onto a field of white ash. On the table sat a single loaf of bread, golden and crusty, steaming as if it had just been pulled from the oven. My wife, Elara, sat across from me. She was smiling, that bright, sharp smile that used to make my chest ache with a happiness so pure it felt like a bruise. She broke...

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