The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The mist clings to the cobblestones of Dunmore. It is thick. It is wet. It tastes of iron and rot. You walk. Your boots sink into the mud. Each step is a death. You are the Seeker. You are the knife. You are the eye that does not blink. The village is silent. The doors are shut. The shutters are barred. Everyone waits. Everyone fears. You carry the map. It is old. It is stained. It is a...

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