The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The seal is warm in your palm. Wax. Red. It smells of pine resin and old blood. You hold it up to the torchlight. The lion’s face is cracked. A fissure runs from its left eye to its chin. You have carried this seal for three days. It is the only thing you own. The castle of Blackwood is not a home. It is a machine. Stone gears. Iron teeth. The air tastes of dust and iron filings. You are Sir...

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