The Golden Scar
The quill trembles in your hand, a splinter of obsidian sharp enough to cut the air. You are Elias, thirty-two, and the debt on your family’s name is a chain that has rusted into your bones. You want to carve your entry into the Eternal Ledger, to secure your freedom, to end the years of servitude in the Obsidian Court. The rule is absolute, a law written in the marrow of the building: the ink...
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