The Golden Oath
The fire did not start. It simply was. One moment, the Great Hall of the Iron Citadel was dark, smelling of damp stone and old beer. The next, the air ignited. It was a cold fire, blue and silent, eating the oxygen rather than the wood. The knights in the outer ring did not scream. They froze. Their armor, forged from star-iron, began to glow from the inside out. Captain Silas Thorne stood in...
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