The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The road is wet. You walk. Your boots sink into the mud. It pulls at you. You pull away. The village of Oakhaven is ahead. It sits in a valley. The mist clings to the roofs. It looks like breath. You are the investigator. You are tired. Your coat is heavy. You carry a file. It is thin. It holds a name. It holds a lie. You stop. You look at the church. The spire is broken. It points at the sky....

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