The Golden Oath
Chapter One "Seal of the Crown: Void. Forger to be executed at noon." The ink was still wet on the parchment, a black smear that smelled of iron and vinegar, and Fritz Laraque read it twice, his thumb pressing the crease of the paper until it snapped. He stood in the center of the court, the stone cold through his boots, and the King’s shadow stretched across the floor, a long, dark thing that...
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