The Golden Oath
The seal was cracked. I saw it first. A hairline fracture in the gold. It ran from the lion’s eye to the edge of the wax. Just a scratch. A nothing. "Look," I said. My voice was thin. "Thomas, look." He didn’t look. He was staring at the horizon, where the mist swallowed the cliffs. The air tasted of salt and iron. We stood on the deck of the boat, but we were not in the sea. We were in the...
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