The Golden Oath
"Sign it." The pen scratched. A thin line. Then another. I signed. My hand shook. The ink bled. "Done?" "Yes." I stood up. The chair scraped. A sound like a scream in a quiet room. The man across from me smiled. It was a small smile. Tight. "Good," he said. "Then you are free." I did not feel free. I felt heavy. I felt the weight of the house pressing down on my shoulders. The house was old....
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