The Golden Scar
The gate closes with a sound like a bone snapping. You are inside. The walls are stone. They are old. They breathe. The air is thick with the smell of dust and iron. You stand in the center of the Hall of Records. It is a large room. The ceiling is high. Shadows pool in the corners. You are alone. Or so you think. You are a Guard. You have worn the blue coat for twenty years. Your hands are...
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