The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The chalice sat upon the velvet-draped table, its rim catching the amber light of the dying afternoon in a way that made the metal seem to breathe, a pulsing, living thing that hummed with a frequency I could feel in the marrow of my bones rather than hear with my ears. I stood before it, my hands trembling not from fear but from the sheer, crushing weight of the knowledge that had settled into...

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