The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The dream had a scent of wet copper and old parchment. I was standing in the Hall of Echoes, a place that did not exist in the waking world but felt more real than the stone floors of the Guild. The air was thick, heavy with the weight of secrets that had been kept for too long. In the center of the hall stood a creature, or what passed for one in that shifting dream. It was a stag, but its...

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