The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The frost came down on the valley of Aethelgard like a shroud, silencing the wind and choking the life from the fields. I stood at the edge of the treeline, my hands raw and trembling, holding the ledger that had defined my life. It was a book of ink and binding, heavy with the weight of debts owed to the earth. For decades, I had been a broker of spirits, a merchant who traded not in grain or...

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