The Golden Oath

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2026-08-18 07:48:33 -

The Golden Oath

The fog that rolls off the Blackwater Estuary does not lift so much as it withdraws, like a tide that has forgotten its own rhythm. You stand at the edge of the cliff, the wind tearing at the wool of your tunic, and you watch the grey sea churn against the rocks below. It is a cold, biting cold, the kind that settles into the marrow and stays there long after the body is warm again. You are a...

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