The Golden Oath

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2026-08-21 23:52:54 -

The Golden Oath

The rain fell in sheets, a cold, grey curtain that erased the line between the sky and the cobblestones. I held my shield high. It was a battered thing, oak and iron, dented by years of blows that never quite broke it. My opponent swung a sword. It was a long, straight blade, polished to a mirror shine. It sang through the air. A high, thin note. It struck my shield. The impact shuddered up my...

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