The Golden Oath
The ink bled into the parchment like a wound refusing to clot, a dark and spreading stain that consumed the crisp white margins of the document, and Margaret watched it with the detached, clinical horror of a surgeon observing an infection spread through healthy tissue, knowing that the source of the rot was not external but had been cultivated, nurtured, and lovingly tended within the very...
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