The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The bell rang. It was a harsh sound. It cut the air. You stopped. Your hands trembled. You looked at the floor. The dust motes danced. They did not care. You cared. "Come in." The voice was low. It was smooth. It was like oil. You pushed the door open. The wood creaked. The room was large. It was cold. The walls were white. The light was thin. You felt small. You felt watched. Lord Alistair sat...

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