The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The chain is heavy. It sits in your mouth. It tastes of iron and old rain. You are climbing. The air is thin. It burns. Your lungs are sacks of wet paper. They tear with every breath. You climb. The city is below. It is a grid of grey stone. It does not move. It does not breathe. It waits. You are Thomas Bradshaw. You remember this. You remember the name because the name is a cage. The name is...

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