The Golden Oath
The rain fell on the cobblestones of the high court like a cold, indifferent judgment, washing the dust of the road into the gutters where the shadows pooled and waited for you to arrive. You walked with the heavy, deliberate steps of a man who knows that every footfall is a testament to his own endurance, your cloak heavy with water, your hands clasped behind your back in a posture of forced...
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