The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The iron tasted of rust and rain. Caelen spat it into the mud. His breath came in jagged shards, burning his lungs. The world was a blur of grey stone and red blood. Around him, the air hummed with a low, thrumming vibration that shook the fillings in his teeth. This was the Weave. It was not a metaphor. It was a physical weight, a heavy tapestry of light and sound that draped over the city of...

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