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 curtain that blurred the edges of the world until the village of Oakhaven seemed less a place of stone and timber and more a memory of a place, a ghostly echo of what had once been solid. I stood at the threshold of the chapel, my small hands gripping the rough-hewn wood, feeling the dampness seep into my palms, a cold...

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