The Golden Scar
The feast was not a celebration of joy, but of survival. It was held in the great hall of the Academy, a stone structure that had once been a monastery and now served as the central repository for the written word. The air was thick with the smell of roasting lamb and old dust, a pungent mixture that clung to the back of the throat. Candles flickered on the heavy oak table, casting long,...
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