The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The rain in the city of Oakhaven did not fall so much as it hung, a gray, suspended veil that smelled of wet stone and old iron, clinging to the shoulders of those who walked the cobbled streets as if the sky itself were a heavy, damp cloak that no one had remembered to remove. It was the year of the long shadow, a time when the mists rose from the river at dawn and did not lift until the...

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