The Golden Oath
Elias woke with the taste of copper in his mouth. It was not blood. It was rust. The room was dark, save for the sliver of moonlight cutting across the floorboards. He lay still. His body felt heavy, like lead wrapped in cloth. The silence was thick. It pressed against his eardrums. He remembered the bottle. It was on the desk. A thick glass vessel, filled with a liquid that glowed amber. The...
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