The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The fire did not start with a spark, but with a scream. It tore through the night air of Oakhaven, a sound so raw and human that it silenced the dogs and froze the breath in your lungs. You were standing on the porch of the old stone hall, the air thick with the scent of wet earth and impending rain, when the first column of smoke rose from the village square. It was the Hall of Vows. The place...

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