The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The air in the Grand Hall of the Sovereign’s Conservatory did not smell of rot, as one might expect from a place where the old blood was processed, but of a sharp, antiseptic sweetness, a cloying perfume of distilled lavender and formaldehyde that clung to the back of the throat like a forbidden secret. Elias Vane stood at the edge of the obsidian floor, his hands clasped behind his back in a...

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