The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

I wake in the white. It is not a dream, though it feels like one. The air tastes of ozone and stale coffee. I am lying on a cot in Sector Four. The walls are seamless, curved, humming with a low, subsonic vibration that I feel in my teeth. My body aches. Not the sharp, clean pain of a wound, but the dull, heavy ache of being unmade and rebuilt poorly. I look at my hands. They are shaking. I...

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