The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The frost did not bite; it gnawed. You felt it in the marrow of your left knee, a dull ache that had become as familiar as your own pulse. You are Silas, forty-two years old, and for twenty years you have been a Warden of the Old House. You want only one thing: to survive the winter solstice. If you last until the sun reaches its lowest point and climbs again, your pension is secured. It is a...

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