The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The hall smelled of roasted goose, burnt wax, and the metallic tang of old blood, a scent that clung to the wool of my coat and the fabric of my hair like a second skin. We were crowded together in the great stone chamber of the Ashworth estate, the air thick with the exhalations of thirty souls, the candlelight trembling on the high ceiling as if it, too, were afraid to speak. My father sat at...

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