The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The bell tolled three times. The sound was wet, heavy, and wrong. It did not ring through the air; it vibrated in the marrow of Elias’s bones. He stood in the center of the room, a square of damp stone in the basement of the old textile mill. The walls were sweating. The air tasted of iron and stale wool. Around him, the loom sat dead. Silent. A great, wooden beast with its mouth open, ready to...

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