The Golden Scar
The road is red. It is old red. It is the color of dried blood left in the sun. You walk it. Your boots are heavy. They are iron. They are steel. They are your bones. You walk because you must. You walk because the order is given. You walk because the law is the law. The law is a stone. You carry it. You are a knight. You are a shield. You are a sword. You are not a man. You are a function....
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