The Golden Scar
The road to the Capital was a gray ribbon stitched into the earth. Elias walked it with a heavy step. The mud sucked at his boots. He carried a satchel. Inside was a ledger. The ledger held the debts of the dead. He had walked for three days. His back ached. The rain had stopped. The sky was a pale, washed-out blue. It looked like old paper. Elias was a man of numbers. He did not look at the...
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