The Golden Oath
The parchment lay on the oak table, its surface heavy with the weight of expectation, and Elias Thorne watched the seal of the town council crack under the thumb of Alderman Halloway, a sound like a dry twig snapping in a silent forest. The document was simple enough, a charter of healing rites passed down through three generations of Thornes, written in a hand that trembled only slightly at...
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