The Golden Scar
The departure from the City of Glass was not a choice but an exhalation, a long and shuddering breath that released the final tether binding Elias Thorne to the physical world, leaving him suspended in the amber haze of the Threshold, where the air tasted of ozone and old blood, and the light did not fall from above but seemed to pulse from the very marrow of the stone beneath his feet. He...
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