The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The wind off the Iron Sea did not howl; it whispered, a dry, rasping sound like sandpaper being dragged across old bones, and I learned to sleep with my ears plugged with wax just to keep the silence at bay. We were children then, or we pretended to be, huddled in the ruins of what had once been a cathedral but was now just a skeleton of black stone sticking out of the gray mud. I was twelve,...

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