The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The command tent smelled of wet wool and ozone, a scent that clung to the back of Elias Thorne’s throat like a fishbone. He stood rigid, his left arm hanging useless at his side, the skin there taut and shimmering with a faint, jagged gold. Across the table, Colonel Vane did not look up from the map he was rolling, his movements precise and calm. The golden fog outside pressed against the...

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