The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The rain fell in sheets of iron. It hammered the mud of the pass, turning the earth into a sucking brown void. Kaelen stood at the edge of the cliff, his boots sliding on the wet stone. He held the sword. It was not a weapon of war. It was a thing of bone and light, wrapped in a cloak of woven silver thread. The cloth was warm. It pulsed against his ribs like a second heart. He had worn it for...

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