The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The rain had not stopped in three days. It drummed against the thatched roof of the cellar, a relentless, dull thud that filled the silence between our breaths. We were four. Eleanor, Thomas, and I. And old Mr. Hale, who sat in the corner with his back against the damp stone, his eyes closed as if he were already dreaming of fields that no longer existed. We were trapped. The village above was...

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