The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The bread was still warm when I woke, though I had not baked it. It sat on the chipped blue plate by the door, a loaf of dense, dark rye, its crust split in three places like a broken jaw. I did not touch it. I knew the rule. In the Hollow, one does not eat what is offered until the debt is named. The air here tastes of wet stone and old iron, a flavor that coats the back of the throat and...

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