The Golden Scar
Act I‌​⁠⁠‌‌‌​​‌⁠​‍‍‍​⁠‌‍‌​‍​‌‍​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​‌⁠⁠‍‍‍‌⁠⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‍​⁠‌​⁠​⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‍⁠ Angharad Vaughan is twelve years old and her hands are stained with flour and rust, a fact that the Guild Master, Rhys, noted with a sneer before he even looked at the shard I held out, which was cracked down the middle like a dry riverbed. I had woken again with the golden scar splitting the sky in my dreams, that...
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