The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The damp in the Citadel’s infirmary does not smell of mold, as one might expect of a stone cellar, but of old copper and the metallic tang of a bruise that has never healed, a scent that clings to the back of the throat and refuses to be swallowed. I am Elias Vane, a Listener of the Fourth Order, and I have spent the last three years pressing my ear against the cold, weeping walls of my cell,...

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