The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The ink was wet. It bled into the parchment like a wound that would not close. Elias pressed his thumb against the seal. The wax hardened under his gaze. He watched it set. A small, red circle. A finality. The room smelled of beeswax and iron. Dust motes danced in the shaft of light cutting through the high window. The light was cold. It was midday in the city of Oakhaven, yet the air felt...

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