The Golden Scar
The wound was not a mark of shame, but a map of where the light had entered, and where it had refused to leave. In the village of Oakhaven, nestled in the hollow of the Appalachian foothills where the mist clung to the hemlocks like wet wool, everyone knew the story of Elara Vance, but no one could agree on which part was the truth and which was the lie they told themselves to sleep at night....
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