The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The air in the Citadel of Aethelgard did not smell of dust or decay, as one might expect of a place built in the shadow of the Void, but of ozone and crushed lilies, a cloying sweetness that coated the back of the throat and turned every breath into a small, conscious act of violation. Commander Elias Thorne stood on the precipice of the Obsidian Hall, his boots locked into the friction of the...

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