The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The banquet hall of the Iron Citadel does not smell of roasting meat or spiced wine, as the old songs claim it should. It smells of ozone, of heated copper, and of the sharp, metallic tang of fear that has been sweating out of ten thousand men for a century. You sit at the long table of obsidian, your hands folded in your lap, watching the dust motes dance in the beams of pale, artificial light...

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