The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The old man spoke to the wall, and the wall answered. I stood in the corridor of the St. Jude’s shelter, my hands trembling. The air smelled of damp wool and floor wax. It was a smell I had known for three years. Three years since I left the city. Three years since the cold found me. I was a ghost here. A thing of breath and bone. The shelter was our church. Our home. Our grave. Elias was my...

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