The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The iron bit tasted of blood. It was not the sweet red of life. It was the cold, metallic tang of old machinery. Thomas Ashworth spat into the mud. His knees locked. The horse beneath him, a vast grey beast named Barnaby, shuddered. They were in the street. No, not a street. A throat. The city of Oakhaven was a throat and the citizens were the teeth. They were coming. The Wardens wore their...

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