The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

I woke with the taste of copper and old dust on my tongue, the air in the cell so thick it felt like breathing through wet wool. For a moment, I did not know where I was, only that the cold was a living thing, a serpent coiling around my ankles, and that the light filtering through the high, barred window was the pale, sickly yellow of old parchment. I am a scholar of the old texts, a keeper of...

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