The Golden Oath
The rain drummed against the slate roof of the command post, a rhythmic, relentless tapping that seemed to count the seconds until the end of the world. I stood by the window, watching the gray mist swallow the village below, my hand resting on the hilt of my sword. It was a heavy thing, the blade, forged in the old way, yet it felt alive in my grip, humming with a vibration that traveled up my...
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