The Golden Scar
You wake with the taste of iron in your mouth. The air is thick. It smells of damp stone and old blood. You are standing in the center of a great hall. The ceiling is lost in shadow. The floor is cracked. A single beam of light cuts through the darkness. It falls on you. You feel the weight of it. You are in armor. It is heavy. It is cold. You do not remember putting it on. You look down. Your...
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