The Golden Oath
Chapter One "Stop holding it. You’re making the crack worse." Elise’s voice was flat, stripped of the warmth I had spent thirty years trying to buy back. I looked down at her left hand. It was not flesh anymore. The skin had dried, whitened, and fractured into delicate porcelain shards that clicked against the table like dice. This was the curse, the localized decay that had started in the...
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