The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The castle stood on the ridge like a broken tooth. I sat in the high tower, the air thin and cold. My hands trembled. I held the scroll. It was heavy. The parchment smelled of dust and old blood. I had found it in the crypt. I had been looking for a cure. I was a scholar. I studied the texts. I believed in reason. I believed in the mind. I did not believe in ghosts. Not yet. My son was sick....

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