The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The rain did not fall so much as it seeped, a grey mist that clung to the wool of Marcus’s coat and soaked into the bone. He stood at the edge of the pier, watching the black water churn beneath the rusted girders of the old bridge. "You’re late again, Marcus," said the voice from the shadows. It was not a question. It was a statement of fact, dry and cold. Elara stepped out from behind a...

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