The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The brass key bit into the palm of your left hand, the metal cold and slick with sweat, as you jammed it into the lock of the Archive door, your knuckles white against the dark oak. You were twelve years old, and the rotunda of the Civic Hall was a cathedral of gold leaf and dust, the air thick with the scent of ozone and the sharp, acidic tang of old paper, while outside the heavy stone walls,...

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