The Golden Oath
The stone tablet lay in the center of the circular clearing, half-buried in the moss that had grown thick and velvet-soft over the centuries, its surface etched with characters that glowed with a faint, pulsating amber light, a light that seemed to breathe with the rhythm of the wind sweeping down from the high, jagged peaks of the northern mountains. It was a text of such ancient and terrible...
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