The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The banquet hall smelled of roasted pork and wet wool. It was a smell that stuck to the back of the throat. Outside, the rain hammered against the high windows. Inside, the air was thick with steam and the low hum of satisfied hunger. Elias stood by the wall, holding a plate of cold porridge. He did not eat. He watched the others. They were laughing. They were drinking. The meat was pink and...

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