The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The train into the capital was a slow, rattling beast of rust and stale tobacco, carrying us through the grey November fog that had settled over the Midlands like a shroud. I sat beside Julian, my mentor, my guide, and the man who had first shown me the shape of the thing that lived in the silence between words. He looked smaller than I remembered, his spine curved not by age but by the sheer...

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