The Golden Scar
The Great Hall of the Citadel of Oakhaven smelled of roasted boar, spiced wine, and the metallic tang of old blood that seeped through the floorboards no matter how often the servants scrubbed them, a scent that had become so familiar to the high priestess Elara Vane that she could no longer distinguish it from the smell of her own skin, which was beginning to smell of ash. She stood at the...
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