The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The iron gate was cold. It bit into my palm, a sharp, metallic taste that flooded my mouth. I stood alone in the courtyard of the old abbey, the stones slick with the rain that had been falling for three days. The sky was the color of bruised plums, heavy and low. I was not supposed to be here. I was not supposed to be anywhere near this place, not with the winter closing in and my legs failing...

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