The Golden Oath
The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the cobblestones of the royal district into a slick, mirror-like expanse that reflected the gaslight in trembling, amber pools. Colonel Arthur Vance walked with a heavy, rhythmic gait, his boots striking the wet stone with a sound that seemed too loud in the oppressive silence of the night. He was a man whose body had begun to betray the commands...
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