The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The fire took the bell tower at dawn. I watched from the street. The heat hit my face. It smelled of ash and old wood. The sky turned grey. Then orange. Then black. We are the Keepers. We live in the city of Oakhaven. It is a place of stone and mist. The mist never leaves. It eats the light. It eats the sound. We wear the Shirts of Silence. They are white. They are heavy. They are woven from...

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