The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The paper smelled of iron and old rain. I held it up to the guttering candlelight, watching the black stain spread from the center outward, eating the words Silas had written just moments before. He was trembling so hard his quill snapped, the shards of wood falling onto the stone floor with a sound like dry bones breaking. "Burn it, Elian," Silas whispered. His voice was thin, scraped raw by...

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