The Golden Oath
The Dean’s stamp hit the paper with a wet, final thud. "Rejected," he said, not looking up from his ledger. "The text is heretical, Thorne. It preaches damnation, not salvation." I stared at the red ink bleeding into the parchment. "It is a record of a covenant, sir. A golden oath between man and stone." "It is nonsense," the Dean said, finally meeting my eyes. His gaze was cold, bureaucratic,...
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