The Golden Oath
The rain did not fall so much as it settled, a persistent gray mist that clung to the stone walls of the Hall, turning the grand corridors into a labyrinth of wet shadows. I walked alone, my boots echoing a hollow rhythm against the marble, the sound sharp and final in the damp air. I was searching for a ghost, or perhaps for the man who had become one. For three days, I had combed through the...
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