The Golden Scar

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2026-08-20 02:58:41 -

The Golden Scar

The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the cobblestones of Oakhaven into a slick, black mirror that reflected the gray sky. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the militia watchtower, his hands wrapped around a ceramic cup of chicory coffee that had long since gone cold. He did not drink it. He simply held the weight of it, the way a man holds a rope to keep from falling into a...

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