The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The morning bell did not ring so much as it exhaled, a low, brass-throated moan that vibrated through the floorboards of the dormitory and settled into the bones of Elias Thorne. He lay still for a moment, listening to the dust motes dance in the single shaft of light that pierced the heavy velvet curtain. The air smelled of damp wool and the faint, metallic tang of old paper, a scent that had...

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