The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The glass was hot enough to blister the skin, yet Elias Thorne held the gather on the blowpipe steady, his breath controlled in long, rhythmic exhalations that kept the molten orb from collapsing under its own weight. In the year 842 of the Iron Concordat, the air in the Guild Hall smelled of sulfur and old iron, a scent that had seeped into the pores of the walls until the stone itself seemed...

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