The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The door was locked. I heard the handle turn. It did not give. My father stood on the other side. He was small. He was shaking. "Marcus," he said. His voice was thin. Like wire. I held my breath. The room smelled of antiseptic and old wood. I was sitting on the edge of the bed. My hands were clean. They had been scrubbed for an hour. The red was gone. But the feeling remained. A cold weight in...

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