The Golden Oath
The seal is on the door. It is a square of gold, pressed into the oak grain, humming with a heat that does not belong to the fire. You do not touch it. You wait. The wind outside is a low moan, dragging its breath across the heath. "Are you ready, Thomas?" The voice comes from the dark. It is your brother, Edward. He stands by the window, his back to you, his silhouette sharp against the grey...
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