The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The rain hit the shingle roof like a handful of gravel. It was a sound that had no beginning and no end. It was just there. Elara stood in the center of the hallway. Her feet were bare. The floorboards were cold. They were oak. They were old. They had seen three generations of women stand in this spot. They had seen them shrink. They had seen them fade. Her father was in the kitchen. He was...

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