The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The air in the Hall of Records tasted of iron and old ash. Caleb Vance did not blink. His eyes were red, rimmed with the grime of a siege that had lasted three days. He held his blade. It was not a sword. It was a stylus. It was heavy, forged from the bone of a leviathan, and it did not cut flesh. It cut truth. Before him stood a scribe. A junior clerk named Elias. Elias was shaking. The...

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