The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The banquet hall of the Gilded Spire hummed with a low, resonant vibration that you felt not in your ears but in the marrow of your bones, a thrumming like a plucked harp string stretched too tight across the chest of the city. You sat at the long table of obsidian, your fingers wrapped around a goblet of wine that tasted of iron and aged dust, while the air above you swirled with the...

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