The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The carriage wheels groaned against the gravel, a sound like old bones grinding in a dry mouth. We were moving toward the Capital, or so the map claimed. The map was a lie, of course, but a useful one. It showed the city as a grid of perfect squares, white and sterile. It did not show the rot. It did not show the smell of wet ash that clung to the air, thick as syrup. I sat beside Elara. Her...

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