The Golden Oath
The ledger on the desk was open to page forty-two, the ink still wet, listing the inventory of the vault: three hundred and twelve candles, forty pounds of beeswax, and one High Priest, currently bleeding out on the stone floor. Elias counted the words of the Oath in his head, a rhythmic hammering against the silence of the room, because if he stopped counting, his hand would stop trembling,...
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