The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The rain against the shop window sounded like static on a dead radio, a constant, low hum that filled the silence of the apothecary. I wrote the date, 14 October, in the leather-bound journal, my hand steady enough to form the letters, though my heart was not. Mara was already in the taxi, the engine idling, the blue light of the State Academy crest visible on her bag. I wanted to give her the...

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