The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The fog rolled in from the harbor, thick and cold, smelling of brine and rotting kelp, and you stood in the center of the circular stone room, your boots sinking slightly into the damp moss that had crept up the ancient walls, feeling the weight of the silence press against your eardrums like deep water. It was not a prison, exactly, nor a church, but a space carved out of the living rock...

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