The Golden Oath
The iron gate groaned under the weight of my hands, a sound that vibrated up through the bone of my wrists and settled in the marrow of my forearms, a metallic shriek that seemed to tear at the thin air of the courtyard where we stood, locked inside the stone walls of the estate that had once been our sanctuary and was now our prison, the kind of place where the silence was not empty but heavy,...
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