The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The frost had settled into the cracks of my knuckles, a permanent white web that no amount of washing could scrub away. I sat at the edge of the stone hearth, the heat of the fire long since died, and looked at the hands that had once been smooth and pale. They were maps of a life spent in the dark, digging for gold that was never there. My name was Elias, and for thirty years I had been the...

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