The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The hall smelled of roasted pheasant and ozone. It was a strange mix. The air was thick with the heat of the furnaces and the sweat of the delegates. We stood on the raised platform, the brass railings cold under my fingers. Below us, the floor was a sea of black wool and polished leather. Men in high collars and stiff shirts. Women with hats that defied gravity. They looked up at us with eyes...

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