The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The scar was there, beneath the skin of my left hand, a pale, golden thread that pulsed with a rhythm not quite my own, and I woke with the taste of copper and old rain on my tongue, the dream of the factory floor still clinging to my eyelids like wet wool. In the city of Oakhaven, the air always smelled of coal dust and ozone, a thick, industrial haze that settled into the creases of our...

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