The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The compass needle shuddered. It pointed north. It had always pointed north. I tightened the strap on my wrist. The leather bit into my skin. It smelled of old iron and rain. I am a man of the Guard. I carry the weight of the law. But here, in the gray waste, the law is a ghost. I walked alone. The wind howled through the ribs of the city. It sounded like a dying animal. I had left Eleanor...

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