The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The air tasted of copper and burnt sugar. It was a thick, cloying sweetness that clung to the back of the throat, a flavor that refused to be swallowed. Elias stood at the edge of the precipice. Below, the city of Aethelgard did not sleep. It burned with a cold, blue light. The streets were paved not with stone, but with compressed memory, translucent slabs that showed the faces of those who...

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