The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The banquet hall, a cavernous hollow beneath the city’s crumbling facade, smelled of roasted lamb and the sharp, metallic tang of ozone that clung to the walls like a persistent ghost, and you sat at the long oak table with your elbows tucked tight against your ribs, watching the steam rise from the porridge in your bowl as it curled into the dim, amber light that filtered through the high,...

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