The Golden Scar

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2026-08-20 02:27:09 -

The Golden Scar

The hall smelled of roasted pork and wet wool. It smelled of the damp earth we had dragged into our boots that morning, and of the sweat that had long since dried into stiff ridges on my neck. I stood by the punch bowl, watching the liquid tremble. It was a clear, amber thing, catching the light of the chandelier that hung above us like a suspended constellation of dead glass. Around me, the...

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