The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The air tasted of copper and ozone. Miles stood in the center of the chamber. The walls hummed. A low, vibrating thrum that settled in his teeth. It was the sound of the Engine. The great iron heart of the Spire. It beat. Slow. Steady. Eternal. He looked at his hands. They shook. Not from fear. From cold. The air here was thin. Sterile. It stripped the warmth from the skin. He wore the grey...

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