The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The bell tolled. It was a sound of iron and grief. The air in the Hall of Whispers tasted of copper and old stone. I stood before the throne. The King sat high above. His face was a mask of wax. He did not blink. I waited. My sword was sheathed. The steel was cold against my hip. I had come to kill him. Or so I thought. The court was silent. The nobles stood in rows. Their eyes were wide. They...

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