The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

Maren stood at the edge of the cobblestone square, her hand resting on the iron railing that separated the market from the river. The air was thick with the smell of wet stone and roasting chestnuts, a scent that had always signaled the end of the season for her. She was twenty-three, but in the eyes of the city, she was already a relic. A woman who had chosen silence over marriage, study over...

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