The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended gray veil that smelled of wet stone and ancient, decaying wood, a scent that seeped into the very marrow of your bones as you trudged up the muddy, treacherous slope toward the crumbling stone house that had once been the estate of the Whitmore family, a place that history had forgotten but that memory, treacherous and sharp as a...

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