The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The ink did not dry so much as it seeped, a slow and viscous bleeding into the parchment that mirrored the damp, oppressive air of the sanctuary where Elara sat, her fingers stained black from the thumb to the nail, the smell of iron and old dust hanging heavy in the throat of the room. She was not writing a history, nor a prayer, nor a record of the grain harvests that had failed for the third...

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