The Golden Scar
Chapter One The cold had settled into the marrow of the stone walls before the magistrate arrived, a dampness that tasted of iron and old salt. Orla Halloran sat in the side room of the marriage registry, her fingers tracing the grain of the wooden table, waiting for the clerk to finish his ink. She was thirty-two, and the weight of her brother’s name hung in the air, heavier than the draft...
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