The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The stone in the lower districts tasted of iron and old blood. Kaelen wiped his mouth with the back of a hand that did not fully belong to him, the fingers stiff, the knuckles swollen with a permanence that had nothing to do with age. He was thirty, a Warden of the Third Silence, and for twenty years he had served the High Priest in the city of Oakhaven. The rule was simple, carved into the...

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