The Golden Oath
The road was wet. Mud sucked at the boots of the three men. They walked in silence. Rain fell from a bruised sky. It was the year of the Long Winter. The city of Oakhaven lay ahead. Its towers pierced the mist. Stone and iron. Cold and unyielding. Silas led the way. He was tall. His armor was dented. A scar ran across his cheek. It was old. It was white. He carried a sword. The blade was dull....
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