The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The bell tower of St. Jude’s stood hollow. Elias climbed. The stone was slick with moss and memory. He held the glass. It was heavy. It was light. It was the only thing left of his father. The wind tore at his coat. He did not look down. To look down was to fall. To fall was to break. He had seen enough breaking. Below, the city of Ashworth slept. Or pretended to. The smoke from the kilns...

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