The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The ink is still wet. It smells of iron and rain. You press your thumb against the parchment, leaving a dark smear, a fingerprint of intent. The room is cold. The stone walls weep condensation. You are not alone, but you are. There is a difference. You know it. "Read it again," says Elias. He stands by the window, his back to you. His uniform is crisp, too white for this damp cellar. He is your...

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