The Golden Oath
The rain did not fall so much as it hung suspended in the air, a grey, vibrating curtain that blurred the edges of the world until the horizon dissolved into a uniform, suffocating mist. I stood at the edge of the precipice, the wet stone slick beneath my boots, feeling the cold seep through the leather and into the marrow of my bones, a chill that seemed to emanate from the very ground itself...
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