The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The rain here does not fall; it is poured, a thick, grey sludge that coats the cobblestones of the lower city in a slick, oily sheen, reflecting the sickly amber glow of the gas lamps that never quite burn clean. You walk with your hands raised, not in surrender, but because the air itself feels too heavy to let your arms drop, as if gravity has shifted, pulling at your bones with a malice you...

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