The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The bell tower stood against the grey sky. It was old. Stone. Cracked. Silas climbed. His boots found purchase on the worn steps. The air grew thin. Cold. He carried his sword. It was dull. He had not sharpened it in days. Below, the town slept. Smoke rose from chimneys. Thin. Straight. Silas was the Warden. He wore the leather. It chafed. He looked down. The cobblestones were wet. He saw a...

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