The Golden Oath
The letter from the Town Council lay on the anvil, its seal broken, the ink still wet enough to smear under Elias Thorne’s thumb. It was a formal revocation of commission, citing "incompetence and delay" in the forging of the Centennial Sword, a document that smelled of cheap wax and bureaucratic malice. Elias read it twice, the words blurring not from fatigue but from the sudden, cold weight...
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