The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The fire did not smell of wood; it smelled of rotting lilies and scorched parchment. Elara stood in the center of the burning scriptorium, the heat pressing against her skin like a physical weight, her hands white-knuckled around the stem of the Golden Oath. It was a vine, thick as a man’s wrist, pulsing with a golden bioluminescence that defied the soot-stained air. The Inquisitor’s decree was...

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