The Golden Oath
The great bronze bell in the tower of Saint Jude’s was not merely an object of ritual but a living thing, a heavy, verdigris-covered heart that had beaten for three centuries over the stone streets of Aethelgard, a city where the mist clung to the cobblestones like a burial shroud and the air always tasted faintly of iron and old rain. It had survived the sieges, the plagues, and the long, slow...
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