The Golden Circuit
The bone broke. Not with a snap, but with a wet, grinding sigh, like a twig crushed under a heavy boot in autumn. I felt it happen in the dream. I felt the femur splinter, the marrow leaking out like dark oil, the heat of the blood spreading across the cold stone floor. I woke with the taste of iron in my mouth. My hands were trembling. I looked at my left leg. It was whole. It was intact. But...
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