The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The sky above the valley of Oakhaven did not fall so much as it dissolved, a bruised and swelling thing that shed its color in long, weeping ribbons of ash and rust until the sun was nothing but a pale, hollow coin pinned to a sheet of grey wool. It was a disaster that smelled of sulfur and wet stone, a creeping apocalypse that moved through the fields with the slow, inevitable patience of a...

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