The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The house was white. Not the white of snow, or chalk, or bone. A sterile, aggressive white. It swallowed the light from the garden and gave back only a dull, flat glow. Margaret stood by the window. She watched the leaves fall. They fell in silence. There was no wind. Or perhaps the air had forgotten how to move. Her husband, Elias, sat at the kitchen table. He was building a birdhouse. His...

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