The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

I was scraping the bowl of sourdough starter with a plastic spatula when the smell hit me, a sharp, acidic tang that smelled less of yeast and more of wet wool and old pennies. My hands were slick with the sticky mass, the muscle in my forearms burning from the repetitive kneading that had become my solitary confinement for the past three months. I was nineteen, an apprentice to Elias Thorne,...

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