The Golden Oath
The cup shattered on the flagstones. It was not a grand gesture. No music swelled. No thunder rolled across the sky. The fine ceramic simply gave way, splitting into a dozen jagged shards. A pool of golden liquid spread across the dark stone, smelling of honey and burnt sugar. Elias stared at the mess. "You broke it," said the King. The voice was low. It vibrated in the chest. Elias did not...
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