The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The sword is heavy. It is heavier than it looks. It is heavier than you remember. You hold it with both hands, knuckles white, veins standing out like roots in dry earth. The iron is cold. It bites into your palms. You do not let go. You cannot let go. The hall is dark. The candles are low. The wax pools on the stone floor, sticky and warm. The air smells of sweat and old iron and damp wool....

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