The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The dream was of teeth. Not his own, but the ivory, jagged teeth of a hound that bared them at the moon. Thomas woke with the taste of iron in his mouth. The room was cold. The fire in the grate had died to a pale, ghostly ash. He sat up. The weight of the crown was not on his head, but on his conscience. A heavy, cold stone. He was a jeweler. A craftsman of the court. For thirty years, he had...

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