The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The banquet hall smelled of roasted pheasant and old stone. You sat at the head of the long oak table, though you were the lowest of the low. The other diners laughed. Their voices bounced off the vaulted ceiling, sharp and bright like breaking glass. You did not laugh. You watched the steam rise from your bowl. It curled and twisted, thin and white, before vanishing into the dark rafters....

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