The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The wind did not howl that night; it screamed, a jagged, tearing sound that stripped the bark from the oaks and shook the very stones of the manor until they groaned in their beds. I remember the cold, not as a sensation of temperature, but as a physical weight, a leaden blanket pressed against my chest that made each breath a labor of will. The candles in the hall flickered and died, leaving...

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