The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The hall smelled of roasted duck and old stone. It was a feast. Or rather, it was the performance of a feast. Mara sat at the far end of the long table. She wore the grey tunic of the Order. The fabric was rough. It rubbed against her neck. She did not look up. She looked at her plate. The plate was white. It was porcelain. It was thin. It was a bowl. No. It was a cup. A chalice. The object sat...

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