The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The town of Oakhaven smelled of wet wool and old wood. It was a smell that stuck to the skin. It lived in the hair. It never washed out. The harvest feast was in full swing. Long tables stretched across the square. The air was thick with smoke and laughter. Candles flickered in the wind. They danced like small, trapped spirits. Mara stood at the edge of the crowd. She wore a dress of grey wool....

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