The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The glass tube in my hand was thin as a vein, trembling under the heat of the blowpipe, a fragile conduit for the breath I held in my lungs. I stood at the edge of the Obsidian Foundry, where the air tasted of sulfur and old iron, and I watched the smoke rise from the chimneys, a grey shroud that never quite dispersed into the pale, indifferent sky of the Reclamation. I had traveled for three...

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