The Golden Scar

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2026-08-18 15:52:01 -

The Golden Scar

The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, gray weeping that turned the cobblestones of the lower city into a slick, reflective mirror of the towering, obsidian spires above, and I stood at the threshold of the Hall of Records, my shoes soaking through to the skin, my hands trembling not from the cold but from the sheer, crushing weight of the silence that hung in the air like a...

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