The Golden Oath
The ledger in Elias Thorne’s hands weighed exactly four pounds and three ounces, a fact he had verified twice with the brass scale before he dared to open it. He stood in the center of the Great Hall, the air thick with the smell of damp wool and the sharp, metallic tang of fear, while the villagers of Oakhaven sat in rows of wooden benches, their eyes fixed on the constable who had just...
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