The Golden Oath
The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that turned the cobblestones of the lower city into slick, black mirrors reflecting the jagged, soot-stained spires of the old cathedral, and I walked through it with the heavy, rhythmic gait of a man whose bones had long since surrendered to the cold dampness that seeped up from the cellar floor of my life, carrying a satchel...
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