The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The sky split open with a sound like tearing silk, and the rain fell not as water but as ash. You stood in the center of the High Hall, the stone floor slick and black, watching the grey dust settle on your shoulders. It was the Day of the Sorting, the time when the city of Oriel decided who would live and who would be erased from the memory of men. The air was thick, heavy with the scent of...

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