The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a heavy, translucent veil that smothered the grey stone of the Hall, a place where the air was always thick with the smell of wet wool and old paper, where Margaret stood with her husband, Elias, watching the door from which their daughter, Elara, had just vanished into the corridor’s perpetual gloom, leaving behind a silence so profound it felt like a...

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