The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The frost had settled on the cobblestones of Oakhaven like a layer of powdered bone, thick and silent, covering the cracks in the earth where the old oaks had shed their last, brittle leaves. Elias Thorne stood at the center of the town square, his hand resting on the hilt of a sword that had not seen sunlight in three hundred years, the metal cold enough to burn the skin through his leather...

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