The Golden Oath
You are the one who holds the pen. The ink is black. The paper is white. The room is small. You sit at the desk. The wood is cold. It smells of dust and old wax. Outside, the wind howls. It sounds like a wolf. It sounds like a ghost. You are a scribe. You are a keeper of records. You are not a hero. You are a man of letters. Your hands are steady. Your mind is sharp. You look for errors. You...
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