The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The key weighed four ounces of rusted iron. Elias counted the hours since the court mages had sealed the vault. Twelve hours. He stood in the damp throat of the spiral stair, the air thick with the smell of wet limestone and old grease. The vibration in the stone floor was a low, grinding hum that rattled his molars. It was the Hollow Wind, the court called it. Divine judgment, they said. To...

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