The Golden Oath
The rain did not fall so much as it was pressed against the windows of the Great Hall, a relentless, gray smear that blurred the world outside into a suggestion of damp stone and darker shadows. You stood in the center of the room, your boots still heavy with the mud from the courtyard, feeling the weight of the silence that hung in the air like a thick, woolen blanket. There were only three of...
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