The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

I woke with the taste of copper and old blood in my mouth. The dream was always the same: a field of gold wheat, burning under a sun that did not set. I was thirty-two. A High Warden of the Central Grid. I wanted the silence. I wanted it so badly my teeth ached. The artifact sat on the obsidian table before me, a jagged shard of metal and light, pulsing with a rhythm that matched my own failing...

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