The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The chalice was gold. Not gilded. Not plated. The metal was liquid light, solidified in a mold that had forgotten the shape of human hands. It sat on the obsidian table in the center of the High Hall. The hall was cold. The air smelled of ozone and old blood. Silas stood before it. He was a small man. His hands were stained with the rust of ten thousand repairs. He was a mender. A fixer. In the...

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