The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The locket cracked under my thumb, a sharp, metallic snap that echoed in the damp cellar like a bone breaking. I was twelve years old, sitting on the cold stone floor, my knees drawn up to my chest, the jagged piece of gold warm against my palm. The air smelled of wet rot and old paper, the scent of my father’s estate rotting from the inside out. I wanted to prove this was real. I needed it to...

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