The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The chandelier above us was not made of glass but of suspended, screaming stars, each one a frozen tear of light that pulsed with a rhythm I could feel in my own molars, and we sat in the center of the Great Hall, surrounded by the hollowed-out faces of the Council, waiting for the verdict that had been written into the marrow of our bones long before the ink touched the parchment, and I looked...

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