The Golden Oath
"You broke it," the Inspector said. His voice was dry. Like sandpaper on wood. I looked at the floor. The shards glittered. They were gold. Or maybe copper. The light was poor. The room was cold. "Say it again," I said. My voice shook. It was a small shake. A leaf in wind. "I said," he repeated. "You broke the seal." He pointed. The finger was thin. White as bone. I did not look at him. I...
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