The Golden Oath
The fog rolled in from the sea. It tasted of salt and iron. I stood by the window. My hands shook. They always shook now. I was the town’s scholar. Or so they thought. I wrote letters to the university. I cataloged the old bones in the churchyard. I spoke in careful, soft tones. I hid my fear. My name is Elias. My wife is Sarah. We lived in the stone house on the hill. The walls were thick....
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