The Golden Oath
Chapter One Aoife Sheehy remembered the weight of the golden dust before she remembered the sound it made, a silence that pressed against her eardrums like deep water, and she knew then that the oath had never been a promise of protection but a pact of shared suffering, a truth that had settled into her bones like the chill of the Donegal coast in the dead of winter. She had been thirty-four,...
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