The Golden Scar
"You have to tell them the truth, Margaret. You have to tell them that the water is not clean. You have to tell them that the light is not safe." The sentence hung in the air of the small, windowless office, vibrating with a frequency that seemed to crack the plaster of the walls, and I looked at you, or rather, I looked at the space where your face should have been, because in the blue,...
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