The Golden Oath
The rain had been falling since dawn, a gray and relentless curtain that turned the cobblestones of Millhaven into slick, dark mirrors reflecting the dim streetlamps. I stood in the doorway of the community center, shaking water from my coat, feeling the cold seep into my bones, a physical weight that matched the dread coiling in my stomach. Inside, the air was thick with the smell of damp wool...
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