The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The chisel was cold in my hand, its iron face slick with the condensation that clung to everything in Oakhaven, and I was trying to pry a sliver of limestone from the boundary wall when the vibration started, a low thrum that traveled up the handle and into the marrow of my wrist. I am Elias Thorne, thirty-two years old, a Border Warden of the fourth class, and I have spent the last decade...

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