The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The mist lay thick on the valley floor. It tasted of iron and damp earth. Elias stood at the edge of the cliff. The wind pulled at his cloak. He held the sword. It was cold in his hands. Cold and heavy. He had carried it for three days. The stone road wound down into the fog. Below, the city of Aethelgard waited. It was a place of gray towers and silent streets. The walls were high. The gates...

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