The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

I woke with the taste of rust and wet stone in my mouth, the dream still clinging to me like a damp cloak. In the dream, the Spire had been open. It had never been open in waking life, that great, silent monolith of black granite that pierced the gray sky above the town of Oakhaven, but in the dream, its doors were wide, and the light inside was warm, and I was not alone. I was standing next to...

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