The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

Act I Do you remember the sound the spire made before it broke? I do not. I remember the dry cold, the kind that preserves things in amber, and the way it settled into the joints of my hands. I was thirty-four years old, a Border Warden in Aethel, and I wanted only to finish my final patrol so the pension would clear. The city was a sterile grid of stone and glass, built on the bones of the old...

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