The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The ash fell like snow, thick and choking, clogging the very air we breathed in the deep, windowless cellar of the old stone house. My brother, Julian, stood before me with his hands raised, the glow of the candle he held trembling against the soot-blackened walls. We were trapped. The village above had burned. The militia had come, not to save us, but to silence the last of the old ways, and...

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