The Golden Oath
The vial in my hand was cold, heavier than glass should be, and the liquid inside swirled with a viscosity that defied the temperature of the room. I am Elias, thirty-two, a scribe in the High Court of Aethelgard, and I want to secure my brother Thomas’s release from the debtors’ prison before the winter solstice, but the opposing force is the King’s new decree that all royal scribes must...
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