The Golden Oath

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2026-08-18 17:24:37 -

The Golden Oath

The rain did not fall. It hung. I stood at the edge of the cliff. The wind tore at my cloak. My armor clinked. A dull, metallic song. The sky was grey. The sea below was black. I held the sword. It was cold. The steel bit into my palm. My father walked away. He did not look back. His boots crunched on the wet stone. He was small. He was old. He was mine. He was the only one who mattered. I...

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