The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The rain in Iron City did not fall; it settled, a grey sludge that coated the cobblestones and the faces of the citizens who hurried through the narrow, winding streets. I am Elara, a scribe of the Third Order, and for thirty years I have bent my back to the parchment, my fingers stained with ink that never quite washes out. My want is simple, yet it feels as heavy as the stones of the Archive...

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