The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

"You are late," said Silas Vane, his voice a dry rustle of parchment in the humid air of the workshop. He did not look up from the loom. His fingers, stained with the indigo dye that had long since become part of his skin, moved with a mechanical precision that seemed to bypass the thought processes entirely. The shuttle flew back and forth, a black needle stitching the fabric of the day into...

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