The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The banquet hall hummed. It was not a hum of air conditioning, nor of distant traffic. It was the hum of the Veil, that shimmering, opalescent membrane that separated the Real from the Wither. We sat at long tables of polished obsidian. The food was light. The wine was cold. Everyone smiled. No one tasted. Elias sat in the center. He was old. His hair was white as the ash from the fires that...

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