The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The ink dried black on Elara’s wrist. It did not fade. It did not wash away. It sat there, a jagged scarlet mark beneath the skin, pulsing with a slow, rhythmic heat. She scrubbed it with lye soap until her knuckles cracked. The mark remained. It was a glyph. A symbol of her debt. The room was small. The walls were stone, damp and cold. Outside, the wind howled against the high windows of the...

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