The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The bronze gauntlet hung on the hook by the door. It was heavy, cold, and familiar as a limb. Silas touched the knuckles. The metal was worn smooth, the engravings blurred by years of grip. He did not put it on. Not yet. He stood in the gray light of the city, the air thick with the scent of wet ash and iron. They called him the Warden of the Gate. It was a title that carried weight, like the...

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