The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a heavy, grey curtain that smelled of wet stone and old iron, settling over the city of Oakhaven where the cobblestones were slick with a sludge that seemed to absorb the light of the setting sun. Captain Elias Thorne stood at the head of the watchtower, his hands resting on the cold steel of the railing, and his left hand, the one that had...

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