The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The house breathed. That was the only way to describe it. The timber groaned in the cold. The pipes ticked like old teeth chattering in the dark. Elara sat in the kitchen. The clock on the wall said three in the morning. It had said three for an hour. She knew this. She always knew. She held a cup of tea. It was cold. She did not drink it. "You’re awake," said a voice. Elara did not turn. "I...

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