The Golden Oath
The rain lashed against the leaded windows of the Abbey of Saint Jude, a rhythmic drumming that seemed to echo the hollow ache in Elias Thorne’s chest. He stood in the center of the refectory, his hands trembling not from the cold damp that seeped through his wool robes, but from the weight of the oath he had sworn to keep. As the Royal Archivist, Elias had dedicated his life to preserving the...
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