The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The rain fell on the cobblestones of Millhaven with a sound like static. It was a cold, gray Tuesday, the kind where the air tastes of wet wool and old iron. I sat on the edge of the stone bridge, my legs dangling over the black water of the River Ouse. I was twelve years old, and I had nothing in my pocket but a smooth, golden stone. It was warm. That was the thing about it. It never got...

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