The Golden Scar
The fever broke at dawn, leaving me with a mouth full of copper and a mind that felt like it had been scrubbed clean of all its soft, useful delusions, and I sat up in the narrow cot in the infirmary of the St. Jude’s Reformatory for Women, looking at my left hand where the skin had peeled back to reveal the intricate, branching map of veins beneath, a map that I suddenly understood was not a...
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