The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The frost had settled on the leaves of the Iron Spire’s orchard like a fine, white powder, masking the deep, arterial red of the Golden Scar apples beneath. Elias Thorne, Warden of the High Court, knelt in the dirt, his knees aching with the damp chill that seeped through his wool trousers, and pruned a branch with steady, practiced hands. He was thirty years old, a man carved from the same...

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