The Golden Scar
The bell tolled. It was a sound like breaking bone. Miles stood at the window. He watched the ash fall. It was thick. It was yellow. It clung to the stone. It clung to his face. He did not blink. He could not. The sky was the color of a bruise. The sun was gone. He turned. His hands shook. He held the book. It was heavy. Leather bound. Gold leaf. The cover was cracked. Inside, the pages were...
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