The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The lily had grown. This was the only fact that mattered. It stood in the corner of the high-ceilinged parlor, its petals white as bone, its scent heavy and sweet as rotting meat. It did not wilt. It did not die. It simply persisted, a stubborn green anchor in the drifting fog of the house. Elara watched it from the window. Outside, the rain hammered against the stone, a relentless drumming...

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