The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The brass buckle of his belt was slick with rain and blood, cold against the palm of Sergeant Elias Thorne as he hauled the body over the wet cobblestones. The street was a slick, black mirror of the storm, reflecting the jagged iron of the city’s watchtowers, and the air smelled of ozone and the coppery tang of fresh injury. Elias had struck the man down with the pommel of his sidearm, a...

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