The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The carriage wheels bit into the frozen mud. The cold was a living thing, pressing its face against the glass. Elias sat in the corner, his knees drawn up. He was thirteen. His hands were white. They were the color of bone. Across from him, his father, Thomas, stared out the window. His jaw was set. A muscle twitched near his ear. They were traveling to the Capital. To the High Court. "Are you...

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