The Golden Scar

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2026-08-18 01:15:41 -

The Golden Scar

The banquet hall smelled of roasted pork and stale tobacco, a thick, greasy fog that settled on the skin of everyone present, including Elias Thorne. He sat at the far end of the long, scarred oak table, his hands folded tightly in his lap, watching the steam rise from the communal pot. The air was heavy with the hum of conversation and the clatter of ceramic against stone, a symphony of...

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