The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

I remember the weight of the copper ingot, shaped like an oxhide, sitting in my palm. It was cold, heavier than the debt it represented, and it burned a hole in the fabric of my sleeve. I was thirty-two, a translator in the mist-shrouded city of Oghma, and my mother was dying in the tithe barn while the grain we owed remained unpaid. The city marked my lineage as thief, a prejudice that...

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