The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The bread was stale. It sat on the stone slab. Gray. Hard. A brick of dust. Elara touched it. Her fingers were rough. They shook. She was alone in the cellar. The air was thick. It smelled of yeast and rot. And fear. Above, the bells rang. Three times. The hour was fixed. The deadline was near. She was a baker. Or she had been. For forty years, her hands had shaped the dough. They knew the...

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