The Golden Oath
The sparrow broke. It did not shatter like glass. It did not explode. It simply ceased to hold. One moment, the bird was a vibrant smear of brown and gold against the windowpane. The next, it was a pile of feathers and wet bone on the sill. Elara stared. Her hand hovered, trembling. She did not touch it. "Did you see that?" The voice came from the doorway. It was old. It was heavy. It smelled...
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