The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The feast was a wound. It bled gold. The hall smelled of roasting lamb and iron. Candles guttered. Flames licked the air. They danced like nervous men. Thomas stood by the wall. His hands hung heavy. His armor clinked. A soft, metallic whisper. The court laughed. The sound was jagged. It cut the air. They drank. They ate. They threw bones to the dogs. Thomas watched the dogs. The dogs did not...

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