The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The rain did not fall. It seeped. It rose from the cobblestones of the old quarter, a gray mist that clung to your skin like a second, colder soul. You walked the narrow streets of the city, where the gas lamps sputtered and died, leaving the world in a bruised twilight. You were a seeker of things lost. A finder of secrets. But tonight, the secret was not a document or a key. It was a sound. A...

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