The Golden Oath
The stone bridge groaned under the weight of the wind, a dry, rattling sound that echoed off the broken arches like a bone breaking. Elias stood alone in the center, the iron key cold and heavy in his fist, its rusted teeth biting into his palm. He was forty-two, older than the bridge, older than the debt that had eaten his family alive, and he had come here to die with his name intact. The...
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