The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The air in Millhaven smelled of wet slate and the sweet, cloying rot of the autumn harvest, a scent that seemed to cling to the skin like a second layer of clothing that no one wanted to wear. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the town square, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of a wool coat that had seen better decades, watching the fog roll in from the river. He was not a man of many...

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