The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

I remember the weight of the gold before I remember the cold. It sat in my palm, warm as a living thing, humming a name that was not my own. I was thirty-two, a border warden in Kael, and I was trying to save my sister from the debt-pit. The scarab was the price. The Council said so. They always said so, in their quiet, bureaucratic way, filing forms that smelled of ink and rot. I held it...

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