The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The quill was wet with ink that smelled of iron and old blood, a smell Elias Thorne had known since he was a boy grinding pigment in the cellar. He held it between his thumb and forefinger, the feather trembling slightly not from fear, but from the cold that had settled into the marrow of his bones, a damp chill that seeped through the floorboards of Lord Vane’s study. Outside, the wind tore at...

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