The Golden Oath
The rain hits the mud of the King’s Road like a fist. You walk. Your boots are heavy, caked in the black slurry of the industrial district. The air tastes of sulfur and wet iron. You are Sergeant Elias Thorne. You carry a rifle that feels more like a limb than a tool. It is the only thing that is real. The rest is smoke. The town of Oakhaven sits huddled against the hills. It is a place of soot...
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