The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The watchtower was cold. Not the biting, wind-chipped cold of a winter in the lowlands, but a deep, structural chill that seemed to rise from the stone floor itself. It sat at the edge of the world, a solitary square of concrete suspended over a mist that did not move. It never moved. It was a white sea, flat and silent, stretching out into the gray void. Arthur Vance stood by the narrow...

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