The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The chapel door groaned open. It was a sound like a bone snapping. Elias stood in the shadow of the archway. The stone was cold. His hands were cold. He looked at his son. Thomas. Young Thomas. He was waiting by the altar. The candles flickered. The wax ran down in thick, white tears. The air smelled of old dust and iron. You are late, Elias said. I was not, Thomas replied. His voice was...

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