The Golden Oath
The boy did not know what he had lost until the silence in the hall became too loud to ignore. Arthur sat in the back row of the assembly hall, his back pressed against the cold, polished wood of the seat. He was twelve years old, small for his age, with hair the color of wet slate and hands that trembled slightly when he thought no one was watching. Around him, the other students sat in rigid...
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