The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The mortar was stone, cold as the cellar floor, and the roots inside it were bitter as ash. Elara crushed them with a rhythm that had become as natural as breathing, her hands moving in a blur of grey and brown. Above her, the floorboards groaned under the weight of the household, but down here, in the damp dark, there was only the sound of the pestle and the whisper that had started three days...

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