The Golden Oath

added blog Literature

2026-08-19 17:11:44 -

The Golden Oath

The mist in the valley did not rise; it breathed. It was a thick, white exhalation that swallowed the stone ramparts and the iron gates of the fortress, leaving the world outside suspended in a gray uncertainty. Inside the watchtower, the air was cold and smelled of damp wool and old rust. Silas stood by the narrow window, his hands resting on the cold iron bar. He was a man of few words, a...

0 Comments 0 Shares 1 Views 0 Reviews