The Golden Scar
The notice was pinned to the damp brick with a rusted nail, the paper yellowed and soft at the edges where the cellar moisture had seeped through. I read it twice, my thumb tracing the jagged edge of the tear in the corner, before I looked up at Kael. He was leaning against the main support pillar, his arms crossed over his chest, waiting for me to speak. The air in the cellar was thick,...
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