The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The blade bit into the oak table with a sound like a cracking knuckle. Elias Thorne pressed his weight against the hilt, the wood splintering under the steel, while his hand trembled with a fatigue that went deeper than the muscles. He was thirty years old, but his joints ached like a man of sixty, and the air in the magistrate’s hall was thick with the smell of wet wool and old fear. Lord Vane...

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