The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a fine, grey mist that soaked into the bones and settled on the tongue with the taste of iron and wet stone. Elias walked the ridge path, his boots heavy with the mud of the valley floor, his head down against the wind that scoured the highlands. He was a man who had lived long enough to know that the world did not care for his suffering, yet...

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