The Golden Oath
The letter lay on the mahogany table, its seal broken, the ink still wet with the weight of official disapproval. You read it twice, your eyes tracing the rigid serif of the High Council’s denial, the words *discrepancy in service record* standing out like a bruise on pale skin. It was a beautiful letter, in a way; the paper was thick, cream-colored, and smelled faintly of lavender and old...
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