The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The hall smelled of beeswax and old iron. It was the Feast of the Long Shadow. The air was thick. Candles burned low. Their light caught the edges of the crystal goblets. Each one trembled. A faint, golden hum filled the room. It was the sound of power. It was the sound of silence. Elara stood by the pillar. Her dress was black. It cut sharply against the pale stone. She held the chalice. It...

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