The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The Feast of Saint Jude was the only time the air in the Hall of Silences did not smell of damp wool and old blood. It smelled of roasting lamb, spiced wine, and the sharp, metallic tang of fear. Maren sat at the lower end of the long oak table, her hands resting on the rough grain of the wood. Her fingers were stained deep purple from the ink she had spent the morning grinding. Above her, the...

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