The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The dream began not with light, but with the smell of ozone and wet wool, a scent that belonged to the high altitudes of the Northern Spire, where the air was so thin it seemed to cut the lungs with glass. Cassius woke with a gasp, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird, the silence of the cell pressing down on him with a physical weight. He lay on the stone floor, the...

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