The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The morning I left the Convent of the Holy Silence, the air smelled of wet chalk and the metallic tang of fear, a scent that had permeated our wool cloaks and the stone corridors for so long that we had ceased to register it as anything other than the natural odor of our own obedience, yet as I walked out through the heavy oak doors and into the grey, weeping light of the valley below, I felt...

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