The Golden Oath
The seal was not merely a piece of wax, but a heavy, amber-colored knot of intent that sat in the palm of Sir Godfrey’s hand like a warm, living stone, and he had carried it from the moment his father’s breath had left his body, through the long, grey procession to the cathedral, and now, as he stood before the High Council in the vaulted Hall of Whispers, the weight of it seemed to pull at his...
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