The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The rain had stopped, leaving the cobblestones slick and black as polished slate, but the air in the Great Hall still tasted of wet stone and old dust, a flavor that clung to the back of the throat and refused to be swallowed. Margaret stood by the window, her fingers tracing the cold condensation on the glass, watching the grey mist curl around the spires of the university buildings below,...

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