The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The mist in the valley of Oremouth did not rise from the earth; it settled, heavy and cold as wet wool, pressing against the skin until the air itself felt solid. You stood at the edge of the cliff, your armor humming with a low, resonant thrum that matched the rhythm of your own failing heart. Below, the village of Blackwood lay in ruins, its stone houses cracked like old eggs, the thatch...

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