The Golden Scar
The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that turned the cobblestones of the lower valley into slick, black mirrors where the sky seemed to drown, and it was in the thick of this downpour, with the mud sucking at his boots like a hungry mouth, that Caelen found the boy, or rather, the boy found him, stumbling out of the treeline with the hollow look of a creature that...
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