The Golden Scar
The debt ledger on the desk weighed four ounces of iron-bound leather, a weight that had become the only constant in Elias Thorne’s life since the winter the Citadel sealed the gates. He counted the stitches in the binding, forty-two, each one pulled tight by the warden’s needle, and he knew that Mara’s release required not just the paper, but the erasure of the debt itself. The air in the...
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