The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The feast was not a celebration but a quarantine, a sprawling, suffocating architecture of gold-leafed plates and wine that tasted of iron, spread across the long table of the keep where the air itself seemed to thicken with the weight of unsaid things. Old Aldous sat at the head, his hands trembling slightly as he held a small, tarnished vial of amber liquid, a relic from a time when the world...

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