The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The bread is warm. You can smell the yeast rising in the tin. It smells like survival. It smells like the hole in the floor where the damp gets in. You press your thumb into the crust. It gives way. Soft. Wet. You are in the cellar. The door is locked from the outside. You know this. You always know this. Your brother is up there. You can hear him. The scrape of the chair. The cough. A dry,...

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