The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The bread was stale. It sat on the rough table, a hard block of rye. Thomas picked it up. It weighed nothing. It felt like stone. He broke it. Crumbs fell into the dirt floor. He ate. His jaw ached. The room was cold. Smoke curled from the hearth, thin and gray. Outside, the wind howled. It tore at the shutters. The shutters groaned. Thomas looked at the woman. Her name was Elara. She sat by...

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