The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The mud of the Iron Vale sucked at my boots with a wet, greedy sound, pulling me down toward the earth that was supposed to be cursed. I held the executioner’s axe, the wood slick with sweat and rain, my knuckles white against the handle. Thirty-two years old, and I was trembling. The crowd behind me chanted, a low, rhythmic thrum that vibrated in my teeth, demanding the blood of Silas Vane....

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