The Golden Oath
The mill sat at the edge of the valley like a stone tooth in the jaw of the earth, its timber frame blackened by a century of soot and rain. It was not a place that invited conversation, nor did it offer the comfort of warmth, but it was home to Ewan Thorne and his younger sister, Elara, who had grown up in the shadow of its grinding wheels. They were simple people, children of the water and...
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