The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The fire in the Archives did not smell of smoke. It smelled of ozone and old paper, a sharp, metallic tang that coated the back of your throat. You watched the flames lick the oak shelves, consuming the ledgers of grain and the census rolls, until the building groaned and collapsed inward with a sound like a breaking bone. You stood in the square, your hands trembling not from the cold but from...

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