The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The interrogation room smelled of damp stone and stale tobacco, a scent that had seeped into the pores of your skin over the last two years of the Ashen Compact. You leaned forward, your chair scraping against the concrete floor, and fixed your gaze on the junior clerk, Thomas Bradshaw, who was trembling so violently that the ink in his pen spilled across the table. You wanted the location of...

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