The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The rain tasted of iron. Elara spat into the gutter. The water pooled black. It reflected the face above. It was not her face. It was a mask. A smooth, golden thing. She pressed her hand to her cheek. The skin was warm. It hummed. A low vibration. Like a cello string plucked in an empty room. She walked fast. Her boots slapped the wet cobblestones. The city of Oakhaven was dying. The fog was...

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