The Golden Scar
The fire took the east wing while you were sleeping. You woke to the smell of smoke. It was thick and sweet, like burnt sugar. You felt the heat before you saw it. The bed sheets were damp with sweat. Your heart hammered against your ribs. You sat up. The room was dark. But outside, the sky was orange. You pulled on your robe. You ran to the window. The world was burning. The Great House was a...
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