The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The air in the Hall of Records smelled of damp stone and old ink. It was a heavy scent. It clung to the throat. Elias stood alone in the center of the room. He held the Ledger. It was thick. Bound in leather that had cracked with age. The pages were yellow. The text was black. It was the only thing he owned. The only thing that mattered. He was a Warden of the Third Tier. His uniform was grey....

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