The Golden Oath
Chapter One Ryszard Malinowski remembered the weight of the vial in his hand long after the magistrate’s men had dragged him into the clearing, the glass cool against his palm as the wind stripped the leaves from the birches. He had been forty-two, a scholar whose license to practice had lapsed years ago, sitting in the drafty loft under the tin roof where the light slanted through the gaps in...
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