The Golden Scar
The iron door groaned open, a sound like a dying beast, and the heat from the cell hit you before the smell did. You are Elias, thirty-two, a Warden of the Iron Citadel, and your hand rests on the hilt of your short sword, your knuckles white. You have come to execute Kael. The order is signed by High Judge Vane, your superior, a man whose word is law in this walled city. You want to prove the...
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