The Golden Scar
The rain fell in sheets of grey iron. It hammered against the stone roof of the Keep, a relentless, rhythmic drumming that seemed to vibrate in the bones of those who lived within its walls. Elias stood at the window, his back to the room. He wore a cloak of heavy wool, dark as the mud outside, and around his neck hung a chain of gold. It was not a simple chain. It was the Golden Scar, a band...
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