The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

I woke with the taste of rust in my mouth. The ceiling was cracked. It was a long, pale fracture. It looked like a river on a map. I knew that river. I had seen it before. In the archives. In the old blueprints. My name is Elias. I am a historian. I study the decay of things. I study how buildings die. I do not study ghosts. But the city is changing. The city is waking up. "Did you sleep?" It...

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