The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The damp stone of the cell at Blackwood Keep seeped cold into Elias Thorne’s bones, a chill that no amount of shivering could banish. He was thirty-two years old, a squire of no particular distinction, and he clutched a withered golden lily in his trembling hands. It was the only thing in this grim, medieval world that did not obey the laws of nature; the flower bloomed only when a lie was...

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