The Golden Oath
The vial weighed three ounces. Elias counted the drops on the floor of the throne room, his breath shallow and sharp in the cold stone air. Twelve drops of gold. Twelve drops of life. He held the glass up to the light of the high windows, watching the liquid swirl, thick and viscous like melted amber. King Richard sat on the throne, a hollowed-out figure in velvet, his fingers trembling as they...
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