The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The name was not a summons but a verdict, shouted through the iron bars by a guard whose voice was thick with the smoke of his pipe. "Thorne. You are up." Elias did not move. He sat on the straw mattress, his right hand pressed flat against the cold stone floor, the golden scarab pinned beneath his palm like a beetle that had been stepped on. It pulsed, a rhythmic heat that matched the thud of...

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