The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

"Is the seal warm?" I nodded, my throat tight. The wax was red, deep as arterial blood. It had been cooling on the parchment for an hour, yet it still held the heat of my palm. It held the heat of my years. Old Silas sat across from me in the workshop. The air smelled of tallow and old paper. Outside, the rain drummed a steady, monotonous beat against the leaded glass. It was a sound I had...

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