The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The dream was not a dream, but a room. It had no doors, only walls of polished obsidian that reflected a sky that did not exist. In the center stood a single oak tree, its roots drinking up the light from a source that was not a sun, but a low, humming hum that vibrated in the teeth. Margot woke with the taste of iron on her tongue. She was forty-two. In the Court of the White Stone, age was...

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