The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended grey veil over the valley, turning the cobblestones of the estate into mirrors of slate and shadow. Silas Vane stood in the center of the grand hall, his spine rigid as the oak beam above him. He was a man carved from the same weathered stone as the house, his uniform a patchwork of faded blues and brass, the fabric stained with the damp of...

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