The Golden Oath
Karl Arnold remembered the weight of the ledger in his hands, a heavy, cold thing that felt less like paper and more like a slab of river stone, and he remembered the golden line on the floor, which did not flicker or fade but remained a fixed, bright scar across the library carpet, a boundary that had existed since before his birth and would remain after his death, a thing that was always...
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