The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The rain did not fall. It hung. It hung in the air like a grey net, thick and cold. It smelled of wet iron and old blood. Elara stood by the window. She was small. Her bones were sharp. She wore a dress of rough wool. It had no hem. It ended at her knees. Mud caked her boots. She held a mirror. It was not a normal mirror. It was a shard. A jagged piece of silvered glass. It had been whole once....

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