The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The heavy oak doors of the Bastille’s deepest sublevel did not creak, for they had been oiled with the rendered fat of forgotten martyrs long ago, sealing the air inside into a thick, stagnant amber that smelled of wet stone and the metallic tang of old blood, a scent that clung to the back of Thomas Bradshaw’s throat like a second tongue, a foreign organ that whispered of the things he had...

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