The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The bell did not ring. It cracked. A single, high-pitched shriek of fractured bronze tore through the morning mist, followed by the heavy, wet thud of the tongue collapsing against the stone floor of the tower. Silas stood on the gallery, his boots slick with condensation, watching the dust settle. He was a man of few words and many scars, his face a map of the winters he had endured for the...

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