The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended gray curtain that swallowed the world beyond the threshold of the gate, and I stood there, my back pressed against the cold, wet stone of the bastion, feeling the dampness seep through the wool of my tunic and settle into the marrow of my bones, a chill that had nothing to do with the weather and everything to do with the fact that I was...

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