The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The mud of the King’s Road sucked at your boots with a wet, hungry pull, as if the earth itself resented your passage. You walked alone. The rain had stopped, leaving the air thick with the smell of wet stone and old blood. Your hand rested on the hilt of your sword, a nervous habit that had become a second skin. You were not a soldier in the traditional sense; you were an executioner, a warden...

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