The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a gray, wet veil that clung to the stone walls of the keep. Elias Thorne stood at the center of the circular chamber, his boots sinking into the damp straw. The air smelled of mildew, old iron, and the faint, cloying scent of lavender that Eleanor had pressed into his hair before he walked away. He could still feel the ghost of her fingers,...

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