The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The ink was dry. It had been dry for three days. Elara sat in the high chair, her fingers tracing the edge of the parchment. The paper was thick. Heavy. It smelled of oak and old blood. She held it tight. Her knuckles were white. The room was dark. Rain lashed against the stone windows. The fire in the hearth crackled low. It was a small sound. It was a sad sound. Her brother, Julian, stood by...

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