The Golden Oath
The iron fist strikes your jaw with the dull, heavy thud of a hammer hitting wet clay, and the taste of copper floods your mouth, thick and metallic, stealing the breath from your lungs as you stumble backward into the wet cobblestones of the alleyway, your boots slipping on the slick, rain-slicked surface that reflects the orange glow of the gas lamps and the grim, soot-stained faces of the...
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