The Golden Scar
The quill scratches against the vellum, a dry, rasping sound that cuts through the heavy, sulfurous air of the archive. Your fingers are stained with iron-gall ink, the black pigment seeping into the whorls of your skin, a permanent record of the labor that keeps your family’s name from being struck from the ledger of the living. Outside, the year is 1342, and the town of Oakhaven is wrapped in...
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