The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The air in the Hall of Whispers did not smell of dust, as one might expect of a place so ancient and buried beneath the roots of the world, but of ozone and wet copper, a sharp, metallic tang that coated the back of the tongue and made the teeth ache with a phantom sweetness. Elara stood before the Great Mirror, her hands trembling not from the cold, which was a dry, biting chill that seeped...

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