The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The rain in the Iron District did not wash things clean; it merely made the grime slicker, turning the cobblestones into a mirror for the soot-stained bell towers that pierced the perpetual grey of the sky, and I stood there with my back against the cold brick of the Magistrate’s office, feeling the weight of the brass buckle on my waistcoat digging into my skin, a hard, unyielding point of...

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