The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The bread was dry. It crumbled into dust on the silver platter. Thomas ate. He chewed. The taste was ash. Around him, the hall roared. Candles burned low in iron holders. The air smelled of roasted pork and old sweat. Lord Valerius sat at the head of the table. He did not look up. He carved a leg of mutton. The knife sang against the bone. Thomas watched the crumbs fall. They settled in the...

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