The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The gold leaf was peeling off the chisel, curling away in thin, brittle strips that smelled of turpentine and old sweat. I held the tool steady, my wrist locked, while the wind off the harbor pushed against the scaffolding, rattling the iron clamps that held the archway to the city’s spine. It was the first day of the solstice, and the light in Ostra was thin and gray, the kind that made the...

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