The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The banquet hall of the Ironworks, a cavernous expanse of soot-stained brick and iron girders that smelled of ozone and burnt sugar, was filled with the low, humming thrum of a thousand conversations that rose and fell like the pistons of the great engines outside, a cacophony that vibrated in the marrow of the bones and settled into the teeth, where it remained long after the noise had faded...

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