The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The vial sat on the kitchen table, its golden liquid catching the weak, gray light that seeped through the frosted glass of the window. You stared at it, your hands trembling so violently that you had to press your palms flat against the cold laminate to stop the shaking. The air in the room was thick with the smell of boiled turnips and damp wool, a scent that had become so familiar it felt...

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