The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The bell rang. Not the soft chime of morning mass, but the deep, resonant toll of the tower. It vibrated in the teeth. It settled in the marrow. Brother Julian walked. His boots scraped the stone. The monastery was cold. The air tasted of damp and iron. He carried the book. It was heavy. Leather bound. Gold leaf flaking. The Oath. He walked the cloister. The shadows were long. The rain fell in...

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