The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The count was three hundred and twelve springs, each one coiled tight in the velvet tray before you, each one waiting to be set into the Great Meridian. You were Elias, forty-five, and your hands, once steady as stone, now trembled with a faint, rhythmic spasm that matched the city’s anxious hum. Oakhaven was a sealed place, a circle of stone and iron where time was not measured but...

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