The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The ink was dry. I remember the smell of it. Sharp. Acrid. Like burnt hair. We stood in the room. The air was thick. Heavy. It pressed against my chest. I could not breathe. My brother, Thomas, looked at the paper. He did not look at me. His eyes were fixed on the line of text. The golden line. It shimmered. It pulsed. A faint light rose from the page. It was not the sun. It was not a lamp. It...

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