The Golden Scar
The chalice was gold, heavy as a verdict, and Elias Thorne held it with a steadiness that belied the tremor in his hands. Oakhaven was a town of soot and silence, a cluster of brick factories huddled against the mist of the River Ash, where the air tasted of copper and the light was always the color of bruised fruit. At the Harvest Feast, the town gathered in the town hall, their faces gaunt...
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