The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The ink was black. It was not blue, nor red, nor the violet of bruised skin. It was the absolute, lightless black of a void that had no depth and no bottom. Elias Vance held the quill with a hand that trembled, not from fear, but from the sheer weight of the hours he had spent staring into the well. The town of Oakhaven lay in the valley below, shrouded in a fog that smelled of wet stone and...

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