The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The dream had no sky. It was a void of static, a grey hiss that swallowed sound and shape alike, until a figure emerged from the white noise. It was a man, or the memory of a man, wearing a uniform that did not exist in any current registry. The fabric was woven from shadows, and his face was a blur of features that belonged to no one and everyone. He stood before Thomas Bradshaw, who was...

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