The Golden Oath
You are awake before the sun has fully breached the grey horizon of the castle’s lower bailey, and you do not wake so much as you are peeled from the dark of your sleep by the weight of the gold in your hands, a heavy, warm circle that pulses with a heat that has nothing to do with the cold stone of the floor. It is the Signet of the Crown, a piece of hammered metal so ancient it predates the...
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