The Golden Oath

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2026-08-18 20:59:08 -

The Golden Oath

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a thick gray curtain woven from the breath of the city, smelling of wet stone and old iron. It was a smell that clung to the back of the throat, tasting of rust and rot. Walter stood in the center of the square, his boots sinking into the mud that had turned the cobblestones into a slurry of black clay. He held the loaf of bread in his hands. It was...

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