The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The court was a throat of stone, swallowing the light of the afternoon sun. It stood in the center of the valley, a fortress of black granite that had not seen the rain in forty years. The air was dry, tasting of dust and old iron. Margaret stood before the High Lord. She was small, dressed in the rough linen of the outer wards, her hands bound by chains that bit into her wrists. The chains...

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