The Golden Scar
The vial weighed exactly forty-two grams in Elias’s palm, a heavy, cold thing of glass and gold. He had spent three days distilling the essence, filtering it through seven layers of charcoal and ash, ensuring the Golden Scar remained pure. In the year 1042, the roads to the Iron Citadel were paved with the bones of the desperate, and Elias counted the miles with the same mechanical precision he...
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