The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The feast was held in the cellar of the old textile mill, a place that smelled of damp wool and forgotten years. Candles guttered in the wind that seeped through the cracked foundation stones. The air was thick, heavy with the scent of roasting meat and the metallic tang of fear. Elias sat at the head of the long table, his hands trembling beneath the white tablecloth. He was an exile now, a...

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