The Golden Scar
The ledger in the Housekeeper’s office listed forty-three names, each inked in a distinct shade of gold, the final column marked with the date of consumption. I counted them twice, my fingers tracing the embossed paper until the edges frayed, a task that required a patience I did not possess. I was twelve, and the weight of the house pressed against my shoulders with a physical gravity that...
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