The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The rain in Ashwick smelled of wet iron and old blood. It slicked the cobblestones until the city looked like a bruise, swollen and dark. Elias Thorne walked fast. His boots slapped the stone. He was not a man who walked softly. He was a man who broke things to see what was inside. He held the box in his left hand. It was small. Wooden. Carved with vines that had long since lost their shape....

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