The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The bread is stale. You know it is stale because you have been holding it for three days, wrapped in a cloth that smells of lavender and old sweat. The bakery in the lower district is closed, not by choice, but by decree. The decree came from the High Table, that glass-walled room where the men in grey coats sit and decide who eats and who starves. They do not hate you. That is the most...

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