The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The dream was cold. It tasted of iron and old snow. Warden Silas Thorne woke with a gasp, his heart hammering against the ribs like a trapped bird. He was in the watchtower. The wind howled outside, tearing at the stone walls of the keep. Below, the valley lay under a blanket of fog so thick it swallowed the world. He looked at his hands. They were old. The knuckles were swollen, the skin...

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