The Golden Oath
"Did you taste it? The rot?" My brother’s voice was a dry leaf skittering across stone. He stood in the doorway of our cellar, his face half-illuminated by the sputtering lantern he held. The other half was lost in the dark, a void that seemed to pull at the edges of his eyes. I did not answer. I was busy wiping the counter with a rag that was already black with grime. The smell was thick here....
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