The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The glass shatters. Not breaks. Shatters. A thousand fragments spray across the floor of the library. You do not flinch. You have been waiting for this. The noise is a physical blow, a drumbeat in the chest. Dust motes dance in the slanting afternoon light. They look like gold. They look like ash. You are Eleanor Ashworth. You are a scholar. You are tired. Your hands shake. You pick up a shard....

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