The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The moon hangs low over the Obsidian Citadel, a swollen eye that watches the stone weep, and in the dream you are not a man but a mortar, a binding agent stretched thin across the cracks of a dying world, feeling the pull of the void not as an enemy but as a tide that must be held back by the sheer, agonizing friction of your own existence. You wake in the lower vaults, the air thick with the...

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