The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The wind on the Ashen Line does not blow; it presses. You feel it against your cheek like a cold, static charge, a physical weight that hums in the teeth and settles deep in the marrow. In your gloved hand, the golden orchid is wilting, its petals curling inward with a dry, papery rustle, the vibrant yellow fading to a sickly ochre under the gray, perpetual overcast. You are Elias Thorne,...

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