The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The wind in the Ash Flats had no name, only a direction, and it cut through the grey silence like a blade through old cloth. Elias Thorne stood alone on the ridge, his breath misting in the thin air, his left arm heavy with the weight of the golden scar that had fused with his flesh seven years prior. The mark pulsed, a slow, rhythmic heat against the cold, sensing the taint of dissenters...

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