The Golden Scar

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2026-08-20 01:25:48 -

The Golden Scar

The banquet hall smells of ozone and wet wool. You stand at the edge of the long table. The glass is crystal, thin as a whisper. You hold it loosely. Your fingers are cold. The room is vast. The ceiling is high. It is not a ceiling. It is the underside of a floating continent, suspended in a grey void. This is the Ascendancy. We call it the Summit. You call it the trap. Around you, the elite...

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