The Golden Scar
The road is wet. It has been wet for three days. You walk. Your boots are heavy with mud and purpose. You are a seeker. You are a hunter. But not of beasts. Of truth. The mist clings to the pines. It is thick. It is cold. It tastes of iron. You are in the deep north. This is the old country. The place where the rules of men do not reach. The place where the old laws still breathe. You are...
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