The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The wind howled through the iron lattice. It screamed. Silas stood before the Great Window. He was small. The glass was high. It stretched from floor to vaulted ceiling. It was ancient. It was gold. He pressed his palm against the cold surface. The glass did not yield. It never did. Behind him, the hum of the machine continued. A low, steady thrum. It vibrated in his teeth. It vibrated in his...

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