The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The bell in the town square did not ring. It shattered. The sound was not a crash but a scream, a high, jagged tear in the air that made the teeth ache. Alderman Vane stood in the dust, his hands still raised. The great bronze disc, which had marked the hours for three centuries, hung in ribbons. Molten metal dripped from the frame, hissing as it hit the cobblestones. It was a Tuesday. Or what...

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