The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The rain tasted of copper. I spat it out. It was a bad sign. The sky above the city was a bruise, purple and swollen, pressing down on the iron spires. I stood at the window of my quarters. The glass was cold against my forehead. I am a man who has seen the end of things. I have seen the light die in the eyes of the dead. I have held the weight of the world in my hands and found it hollow. The...

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