The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The iron gate of the foundry did not creak when Marcus Thorne pushed it open, but the air that rushed out to meet him was a living thing, thick with the scent of sulfur and burnt marrow, a heavy, yellowed breath that settled upon his skin like a fine, iridescent dust. He stood there, a silhouette cut from the darkness of the alley, staring at the furnace where the molten gold swirled in a...

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