The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The house stood at the end of the lane, a monument of gray stone that had outlived the family that built it. It was a place of silence, thick and heavy, smelling of damp wool and old paper. Inside, the air did not move. It sat upon the floors like water. Elara sat at the long oak table. The wood was worn smooth by generations of hands. Her hands were pale, thin, and still. She watched the dust...

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