The Golden Oath
The road was a scar of red clay. It cut through the highlands. The air was thin. It tasted of iron and dust. Elias walked. His boots were worn to the sole. The leather was soft. It had no shape left. He carried a satchel. Inside, the tools. The chisel. The mallet. The chisel was dull. He kept it dull on purpose. A sharp edge is a liability. A sharp edge cuts the hand. The hand is the...
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