The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The mortar was black, and it was moving. I watched the trowel slip through the wet sludge, the metal sinking not into the stone but into something that felt more like cold, wet flesh than limestone, and the sound it made was a wet, sucking slurp that echoed in the hollow of my chest. My father stood three feet away, his back to me, his shoulders hunched against the fog that had rolled down from...

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