The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The ledger was balanced. That was the first thing I noticed, the second being the smell of ozone and wet wool. I sat at the desk in the Archive of Thresholds, a room that smelled of dust and old ink, my fingers stained with the residue of the morning’s intake. Outside, the rain lashed against the high, narrow windows of the stone tower, a rhythm that had beaten in my chest for thirty years. I...

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