The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The dream was not of death, but of the sound of a hinge forcing itself open, a metallic groan that vibrated in the teeth, and I woke in the damp dark of my cell in Oakhaven with the taste of iron and old dust on my tongue. I am Elias Thorne, and for the past three years I have been an archivist in the lower wards, a position of such quiet insignificance that it allowed me the one luxury the...

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