The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The bell rang. It did not ring for the hour. It rang for the end. I stood in the shop. The dust motes danced in the shafts of pale light. They were thick. They were slow. They were heavy. They were the breath of the dead. I held the hammer. My hands shook. No. They did not shake. They were still. They were stone. They were root. Mara was gone. She had been gone for days. Or years. Time was a...

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