The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The burin in my hand was cold, a sliver of steel that bit into the gold leaf with a sound like a dry twig snapping. I am Elias Thorne, forty-two, and I am carving the final line of the Guild Master’s commission, a piece we call the Golden Scar, though the ink I use is black and smells of burnt copper. My brother, Thomas, lies in the infirmary on the East Side, his lungs filled with the damp rot...

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