The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The brass buckle of my belt was cold in my hand, the metal biting into my palm as I stared at the reflection in the bathroom mirror. I was holding the buckle because it was the only thing I could trust to be solid, the only thing that hadn’t shifted in the last three days. Behind the glass, the face looking back at me was wrong. It was my face, the same scar running from my left ear to my jaw,...

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