The Golden Scar
The air in the Hall of Silence tasted of iron and ozone, a metallic tang that coated the back of Elias’s throat as he pressed his back against the cold, unyielding stone of the perimeter wall. Before him, the Mirror Guard stood in a rigid line, their faces obscured by polished masks that reflected Elias’s own distorted, blood-spattered visage. They did not breathe. They did not blink. They...
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