The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The ink in the glass vial was thick, viscous, and the color of dried blood, smelling faintly of copper and burnt hair. Elias Thorne held it in his left hand, the glass warm against his palm, while his right hand trembled over the ledger on the desk. The room was small, the wallpaper peeling in damp strips from the plaster, and the air smelled of wet wool and the stale sweat of the city outside....

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