The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The rain fell in long, silver sheets, blurring the world into a smear of grey stone and wet earth. Thomas Vane walked. His boots were heavy. The leather was cracked. Inside, his toes ached with a dull, persistent throb. He carried no sword. He carried no shield. He carried only the weight of the air against his chest. It was the winter of the Great Famine. The castle walls loomed ahead, jagged...

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