The Golden Scar
The bread was stale. It had been for three days. Elara chewed it slowly, the dry crusts cracking against her teeth, releasing a faint, dusty scent of yeast and time. She sat in the corner of the refectory, the stone floor cold through her thin dress. Around her, the other apprentices ate with a frantic, hollow hunger, their eyes darting to the guards who stood by the doors. The air smelled of...
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