The Golden Scar
The road to the Spine was not a road at all but a scar torn into the earth. Elias walked it. His boots were heavy. The mud sucked at his heels with a wet, hungry sound. He was a clerk. He had been a clerk for thirty years. His hands were soft. His back was straight. He carried a satchel. Inside the satchel was a mirror. He was not alone. Thomas walked beside him. Thomas was large. Thomas was...
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