The Golden Scar
"You are wearing it again," the Warden said. His voice was dry, like leaves skittering over concrete. He did not look at her. He looked at the horizon, where the grey sky pressed down upon the flat, endless fields of the settlement. "It draws the attention of the Void. You know this." Elara did not turn to face him. She stood by the window, her hands resting on the cold glass. The glass was...
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