The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

"I have it," I said. My voice was thin. It scraped against the silence of the hall. The Abbot looked down at me. His eyes were deep pits. They held no light. Only cold. "Show me," he commanded. I reached into my robe. My fingers trembled. They were stiff. The air in the chapel was thick. It tasted of dust and old blood. I pulled out the cloak. It was not golden. It was grey. It was worn. The...

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