The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The iron gate did not creak; it groaned, a low, tectonic sound that seemed to rise from the earth itself, shaking the dust from my coat. I stood at the threshold of the Blackwood Asylum, the rain slicking my uniform until it clung to my skin like a second, colder hide. Inside, the air was thick, heavy with the scent of wet stone and something sweeter, cloying, like overripe fruit left too long...

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