The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The air in the Hall of Records tasted of ozone and old dust. Elias Vane pressed his back against the cold marble of the central pillar. His hands shook, but not from fear. It was the vibration of the tuning fork he held. It hummed against his palm, a low, sickening thrum that resonated in his teeth. They were coming. The Wardens. Their boots echoed on the high ceilings, a rhythmic stomp that...

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