The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The feast was loud. It was a roar of silver and bone. The hall was vast. The air was thick. It smelled of wine. It smelled of sweat. It smelled of fear. Margaret sat at the edge. She was small. She was quiet. Her hands were still. They rested on her lap. They were clean. They were pale. The King spoke. He raised a cup. He raised a sword. The sword was gold. It was bright. It was cruel. He spoke...

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