The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The bell rang at dawn. It did not ring for the sun. It rang for the culling. I stood in the yard of the Holloway estate. The grass was wet with frost. It bit at my ankles. I wore no shoes. I wore a tunic of rough wool. It smelled of lye and fear. The air was thin. It tasted of iron. This was the year of the Silence. This was the year the Council decided that words were poison. My name is Elara....

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