The Golden Scar
What does a wall cost when it is hungry? The question hung in the air of the obsidian hall, sharp and cold, as Captain Milena Jovanovic stood before the High Warden. She was forty-two, her hands steady, though the tremor in her left wrist had begun that morning, a fine, insect-like vibration that she hid by clasping her fingers tight. The Citadel breathed around them, the Living Walls pulsing...
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