The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The parchment lay on the table, its surface rough and dry, the ink already bleeding into the fibers before the quill had even touched it. I held the pen, my hand trembling not from cold, but from the weight of the debt that sat in my chest like a stone. The magistrate, a man named Aldous who smelled of cheap wine and fear, stood by the door, his face pale and drawn. He did not look at the...

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