The Golden Scar

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2026-08-19 21:30:40 -

The Golden Scar

The rain did not wash the city clean; it only made the grime slicker, turning the cobblestones of the Lower Ward into a mirror that reflected nothing but our own hungry faces. I stood at the edge of the Precinct, watching the last of the convoys roll out toward the High Spire, the air thick with the smell of ozone and rot. I had held the object for three days now. It was small, no bigger than a...

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