The Golden Scar
The carriage wheels churned through the slush of the King’s High Road, a rhythmic grinding sound that seemed to drill into the marrow of Edward Ashworth’s bones, a noise that had replaced the silence of his study, the quiet of his library, and the even quieter, more terrifying silence of his own conscience which had begun to speak to him in the dry, papery rustle of official documents rather...
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