The Golden Oath
The boy held the seal tight against his chest, the wax cool and yielding beneath his sweating palm. "You promised," he whispered, his voice trembling not with fear but with a rigid, brittle hope. "You swore it would hold." Old Elias looked down at him, his eyes clouded by the cataracts of age and the peculiar, milky haze that seemed to cling to everything in the Hollow. The air here did not...
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