The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The rain fell in sheets of grey iron. It drummed against the roof of the watchtower. Inside, the air was thick with the smell of damp wool and old gunpowder. I wiped the moisture from my visor. My hands shook. Not from cold. From waiting. Outside, the village of Oakhaven lay in ruins. The houses were splintered. The streets were mud. There was no one left to rule. Only the silence. And the...

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