The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The rain did not fall. It fell sideways. It hammered against the wet cobblestones of the Iron Quarter, turning the gutters into rivers of grey sludge. Thomas stood at the end of the line. He was a man made of angles and silence. His uniform was black wool, heavy and waterlogged. The fabric clung to his ribs, marking the hollow spaces where muscle had once been. He held his staff. The wood was...

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