The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The frost on the windowpane was thick enough to scrape, a grey crust that smelled of damp wool and old paper. You held the brush steady, though your hand shook against the handle, the bristles dragging a jagged line across the glass. Outside, the fog of Oakhaven pressed against the archive’s high windows, erasing the streetlights, erasing the world beyond the institution’s stone walls. You were...

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