The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

"Stop looking at the door. Look at me." The voice came from the dark, wet, and heavy with the scent of ozone and old dust. Elias Thorne woke with the taste of copper in his mouth, the recurring dream still clinging to his eyelids like a film. In the dream, the sky was not blue but a bruised yellow, split by a jagged, golden scar that pulsed with a heat that had no source. He sat up in the...

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