The Golden Oath
The rain fell on the Blackwood Ridge like a curse that had been waiting for centuries to find a witness, a heavy, grey curtain that blurred the line between the earth and the sky, between the living and the dead. Captain Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the cliff, his boots sinking into the mud that clung to him with a tenacious, almost sentient grip. He was a man carved from the same stone as...
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