The Golden Scar
The golden sap weeps from the stone of Ironspire Penitentiary, a viscous, amber tear that smells of honey and rot, and you know with a certainty that has settled into your bones that it is the only thing keeping your brother, Thomas, alive. You are Elias, thirty-four years old, a Senior Warden who has spent two decades of your life maintaining the order of this medieval fortress, and for two...
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