The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The ink in the well was black and thick as tar, and you dipped the quill with a steady hand, the weight of the nib pulling the tip toward the parchment. The ledger lay open on the mahogany desk, its pages heavy with the debts of Oren, a city that smelled of wet ash and copper. You were nineteen, a scribe of little consequence, and your only wish was to finish this volume before the frost came,...

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