The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The rain did not fall. It hung. A thick, grey curtain wrapped the valley in a silence so heavy it pressed against the eardrums. Rowan Ashworth stood at the edge of the cliff, his boots sinking into the wet mud. He wore a coat of dark wool, soaked through to the skin. In his left hand, he held a ring. Gold. Simple. Cold. It had been in his pocket for three days. Or three years. Time had become a...

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