The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The air in the Grand Hall of the Iron Citadel tasted of copper and stale honey, a thick, cloying sweetness that coated the back of your throat and refused to dissolve. You sat at the far end of the long oak table, your plate untouched, the carved silverware cold in your hand, while the lords of the district feasted around you, their laughter rising like steam from a boiling cauldron. It was a...

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