The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The knife slipped through the roasted pheasant with a wet, tearing sound that cut through the low hum of the hall. Elian watched the steam rise from the bird, curling into the cold air of the Great Hall, and felt the familiar, sickening pressure behind his eyes. It was the annual Harvest Feast, the only day the Bureau of Purity allowed the city of Aethelgard to eat without counting calories, a...

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