The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The iron key was cold in my palm, its teeth worn smooth by twenty years of turning. It sat in the lock of the Obsidian Gate, a piece of black stone that rose from the courtyard like a broken tooth. I turned it. The mechanism groaned, a sound like a man clearing his throat after a long silence. This was the final month. After this, the pension would be mine. Three shillings a week, enough to buy...

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