The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The bread in the cell was not food, but a pale, chalky disc that tasted of the damp stone walls and the iron filings of the cage. Elias Vane sat on the cold floor, his hands folded in his lap, watching the slow rotation of a single, dusty mot of light that pierced the high, barred window. He had been here for three days, or perhaps three weeks; time in the Hollow had lost its linear texture,...

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