The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The mist hung low over the valley of Oakhaven, a thick, gray wool that smothered the cobblestones and the iron gates of the mill. It was a wet, industrial damp, the kind that settled in the lungs and stayed there, tasting of coal dust and river silt. Elara Vance stood at the edge of the cliff path, her boots caked in the red clay of the hillside, watching the water below. It was not just water....

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