The Golden Oath
The seal cracked on a Tuesday. It was a small thing. A hairline fracture in the wax. But to Elias Thorne, it was the end of the world. He held the letter under the guttering light of his candle. The wax was gold. It had been gold for forty years. It was the only thing in the house that did not rot, did not fade, did not bleed. Elias was a man of few words and deep pockets. He lived in a cottage...
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