The Golden Oath
The caravan moved through the mist like a bruise spreading across the pale morning, a slow and agonizing process that seemed to stretch the very fabric of the valley, pulling the air thin and cold around the shoulders of those who walked it, while the boy, Julian, kept his eyes fixed not on the road ahead but on the heavy, iron-banded chest that he dragged behind him on a rope worn so thin it...
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