The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The mill stood on the edge of the river, a grey tooth in the jaw of the city. It was old. Older than the town. Older than the laws that bound the women inside. Margot worked the loom. Her hands were red. Her back was bent. The air smelled of wet wool and sweat. It smelled of dust. She was not alone. There were others. Clara sat to her left. Her eyes were bright. Too bright. She smiled at...

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