The Golden Oath
The road to the High Court was paved with white stone that hurt the eyes in the low winter sun. Elias walked alone. He was thin, his coat patched at the elbows, his boots worn thin over the toes. He carried no sword. He carried no shield. He carried only a satchel of leather and a head full of words. The air smelled of wet ash and iron. "Are you the scholar?" Elias stopped. A man stood before...
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