The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The wound did not bleed. It hummed. You stand at the edge of the chasm, the wind tearing at the hem of your tunic, a fabric woven from the silk of dead moths and the sinew of the earth. The air here is thick, tasting of copper and old rain, a flavor that coats the back of your throat like a lie. You are the Warden of the Veil, a title that sounds grander than the reality, which is merely that...

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