The Golden Oath
The parchment lay on the oak desk, its edges curling slightly in the damp air of the Imperial Ministry’s archive. Elias Vane stared at the ink, still wet and black as a bruise, the royal seal pressing down on the corner with a weight that felt heavier than the paper itself. It was a decree for the execution of Julian Thorne, a political dissident who had been whispering sedition in the taverns...
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