The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The banquet hall was a cathedral of gold leaf and rot. Cassius sat at the center of the long oak table. He was nine years old. His knees did not reach the floor. He watched the servants carry trays of roasted pheasant and honeyed figs. The air smelled of wax and sweat. It smelled of power. His father, Lord Ashworth, stood at the head of the table. He did not eat. He watched. His eyes were dark...

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