The Golden Oath
The rain did not fall so much as it was imposed upon the city of Aethelgard, a cold, structural insistence that turned the cobblestones into slick, dark mirrors of the leaden sky, forcing every soul within the walls to hunch their shoulders against the damp, pervasive chill that seeped through the heavy wool of their cloaks and settled deep in the marrow, a physical weight that made the very...
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