The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The old oak stood at the edge of the moor, its bark scarred by centuries of wind and rain, its branches like skeletal fingers reaching for a sky that rarely offered more than grey. It was a tree that had seen kings rise and fall, yet it remained, stubborn and silent. To the villagers of Ashworth, it was not merely wood and leaf; it was a seal, a mark of the covenant between the land and its...

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