The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The dream is always the same: a mouth made of molten amber, wide and silent, waiting to be fed. You wake in the cellar workshop, the air thick with the sulfuric tang of hot stone and the damp, rotting smell of the Vane estate’s foundations, your lungs burning as if you have inhaled smoke that refuses to dissipate. You are Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, and your hands are stained permanently...

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