The Golden Oath
The iron gate groaned, a low, metallic shriek that vibrated through the soles of Elias’s boots. He held the forged resignation letter in his left hand, the paper damp with sweat, while his right hand gripped the rusted bar. The metal was cold, slick with the rain that had started an hour ago. It had worn smooth over decades of anxious hands, a path of friction where countless clerks had stood,...
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