The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The smell of burnt sugar and boiled linseed oil hung in the air of the Guild Hall, thick enough to taste, a cloying sweetness that coated the back of the tongue and refused to be swallowed. It was the season of the Assay, the time when the Master Bakers of the city gathered in the long, vaulted room to judge the work of their apprentices, a ritual so ancient it had calcified into stone in the...

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