The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The ring sat in my palm, cold and heavy as a coin from a dead man’s pocket, its surface slick with the grease of my own anxiety. It was a simple band of gold, unadorned save for a single, sharp scratch near the clasp, and I turned it over in my fingers, tracing the imperfection with a thumb that had spent the morning filing the nails of the Duke’s ledgers. I am Elias, a clerk of thirty-two...

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