The Golden Scar
Act I What does it cost to be erased? The question hung in the air of the cellar, heavy with damp wool and the metallic tang of the printing press above, a place that flooded to the third step every time the winter winds gusted off the Breton coast. I stood there, Gaspard Dumas, Archivist of the Third Order, watching the water seep through the cracks in the stone, a slow, cold invasion that...
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