The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The ink bled into the parchment, a dark vein spreading across the Guild Charter. Marguerite Lefevre’s hand trembled, the quill scratching against the vellum with a sound like a lathe grinding bone. She was forty-two, a temple accountant in a city of standing stones, and the fog outside the window had stopped the boats, trapping them all in the dry season’s stale heat. The air smelled of dust...

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