The Golden Oath
The rain had not stopped for three days, a steady, gray curtain that blurred the boundary between the stone walls of the Keep and the world outside, making the air inside feel thick, wet, and heavy with the smell of damp wool and old iron. I sat in the corner of the refectory, my back pressed against the cold masonry, watching the other brothers and sisters of the order move with a quiet,...
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