The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The banquet hall of the Citadel was a cathedral of glass and iron, suspended above the gray sludge of the Undercity. It smelled of roasted lamb and ozone, a scent that Elara had learned to associate with the smell of lies. She sat at the edge of the long table, her hands folded in her lap, watching the silverware catch the light of the chandeliers. The chandeliers were not made of crystal, but...

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