The Golden Oath
The magistrate’s seal cracked with a sound like a knuckle popping. Thomas Vane did not flinch, but the air in the room grew thick, tasting of copper and old dust. He looked at the jagged line now burning across his cheek, a fresh wound that had not been there a moment ago. Words spoken in anger left marks, a rule as old as the kingdom and as cruel as winter. He had refused to forge the decree,...
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