The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The cellar of the Abbey of St. Jude wept. It was a cold, constant dripping that turned the flagstones slick and the air thick with the scent of rot and old ink. Elias wiped his brow with a rag that was already black with grime. He was thirty years old, a scribe of modest skill and desperate ambition, and he had come here to break a curse. The curse was not a ghost, nor a demon, but a lineage of...

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