The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The air in Oakhaven tasted of copper and old rain. It hung low over the rooftops, a heavy, grey blanket that smelled of damp wool and decay. I sat at the kitchen table. My hands were still. They were always still. Stillness was the first rule. Stillness was the only currency that held value here. Outside, the streetlamps flickered. They did not glow. They pulsed. A sick, rhythmic throb. Like a...

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