The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The rain in the valley did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended curtain of gray mist that turned the ancient oaks into ghostly silhouettes against the bruised sky. Edward Ashworth stood in the mud, his boots sinking into the wet earth with a sound like a soft, final exhalation, while the men of the High Council’s guard surrounded him. They were not holding swords; they were holding books....

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