The Golden Scar
Chapter One Heide Kessler had always believed that the sun would eventually dry the mud of the world, a belief that now sat heavy in his chest like a stone swallowed whole. The rain had stopped after nine days, leaving the alpine terraces slick and the air sharp with the scent of wet limestone and rotting hay, a physical weight that pressed against the skin. He stood in the shadow of the...
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