The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The jar sits on the table. It is old. The glass is clouded with age. Inside, the liquid glows. It is gold. It is thick. It smells of honey and rot. You know what it is. You have always known. Your grandmother kept it. Her mother kept it. It has been passed down through the women of the house. It is the Oath. It is the cure. It is the end. You are Margaret. You are forty. Your hair is thinning....

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