The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The air in the estate did not smell of decay, but of something sharper, sweeter, like overripe pears left to ferment in a closed room. It was a scent that clung to the back of the throat, a physical weight that made it difficult to breathe easily. Elias Thorne sat in the high-backed chair by the window, his fingers stained gold from the paste he had been grinding for the last three hours. The...

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