The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The vial was cold, slick with condensation, and Elias held it with a grip that had gone numb. He stood before the central crucible in the Alchemical Bureau’s Refining Hall, the air thick with the smell of ozone and old blood. The room was a cavern of grey stone, lit by gas lamps that hissed like angry snakes, casting long, jittering shadows against the vaulted ceiling. Around him, the other...

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