The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The village of Oakhaven smelled of wet stone and old blood. It was a place where the fog did not lift, only thickened, wrapping the cobblestones in a grey shroud that tasted of iron on the tongue. You stood at the edge of the square, your feet numb inside the leather boots that were too small for the cold. The wind cut through your cloak, a thin, sharp blade that found the gaps in your armor....

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