The Golden Oath
Seal it, Elias. Seal it before the sun comes up." The voice in my dream was not my own, but the grinding of trowels on wet mortar, a sound so loud it rattled the teeth in my skull. I woke with the taste of copper and old dust in my mouth, the air in the small room above the workshop thick with the scent of damp wool and the faint, cloying sweetness of decay that had begun to seep through the...
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