The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The Great Hall of the Ministry of Continuity did not smell of incense or old parchment. It smelled of ozone and wet wool. The air was thick, recycled, and tasted of copper. Margaret sat at the head of the long table. The wood was black, seamless, a monolith of polished obsidian that reflected her face back at her in a distorted, elongated mirror. She was sixty years old. Her hair was white,...

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