The Golden Scar
The hall smelled of roasted chestnuts and old sweat. The air was thick. It hung low. It pressed against the skin. Five hundred scholars stood. They held glasses. They clinked. They laughed. It was a sound like breaking glass. Elias stood at the edge. He wore a grey suit. It was worn thin. He watched the center. He watched the Director. The Director spoke. His voice was smooth. It was silk over...
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