The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The rain in the capital did not fall; it hovered, a fine, grey mist that clung to the skin like damp wool. Elias stood on the balcony of the Obsidian Tower, looking down at the streets where the citizens moved in silent, synchronized rows. He held the vial in his hand. It was warm, pulsing with a faint, golden light that seemed to defy the perpetual twilight of the city. Inside the glass, a...

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