The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The pot on the stove hummed. It was a low, guttural sound, like a throat clearing of something vast and unseen. Inside, the broth boiled. It was thick. It was dark. It smelled of iron and wet earth. Elias stood by the window. The glass was cold against his forehead. Outside, the fog rolled in from the moor. It swallowed the village. It swallowed the road. It swallowed the world. He looked at...

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