The Golden Scar
The clock in the town hall hall ticked. It was a loud tick. The room was full. Candles burned low. Smoke hung in the air. Elias stood at the podium. He wore a gray suit. The fabric felt tight. He held a small box. It was velvet. It was black. Inside lay the artifact. It was a gold ring. It was cracked. A hairline fracture ran through the band. He stared at it. The gold seemed to pulse. It was...
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