The Golden Scar
The rain hammered against the slate roof of the district office, a relentless, gray drumming that matched the hollow ache in Elias’s chest. He sat across from Mara, his fingers tracing the edge of a cold cup of tea, watching the steam curl and dissipate into the damp air. The town of Oakhaven lay behind the high stone walls, shuttered and silent, while the war raged beyond the moat, a distant...
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