The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

"You are late," said the Abbot. I froze. The candlelight trembled in the draft. It shook the shadows against the stone. I knew his voice. I knew the weight of it. It was not a question. It was a fact. "Forgive me, Father," I whispered. My throat was dry. Sand in my mouth. "The road was bad. The mud. The rain." He did not blink. His eyes were dark. Deep wells. He looked at me. He looked through...

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