The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The ink is dry. It has always been dry. I am Elias, and I am thirty-two years old. My hands shake, but the letters stand firm. This is the entry for the fourteenth of October. The air in the archive smells of dust and rot. My mother’s manuscript is in the hollow of the book. It is the only thing that matters. The Echo is louder today. It repeats her last words, over and over, a ghost in the...

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