The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The rain did not fall; it was pressed into the cobblestones by the weight of the air, a heavy, sulfurous grey that smelled of wet iron and old rot. Commander Silas Thorne stood in the center of the courtyard of House Aethelgard, his boots sinking into the mud that had turned the manicured lawn into a bog. He was not fighting a man. He was fighting the geometry of the place itself. The house was...

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