The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The iron gates groaned. You pull them open. The sound is a scream, long and thin, tearing through the morning mist. You are the gatekeeper. You are the sword. You are the shield. The mist rolls in from the river. It smells of rust and wet stone. You step inside. The courtyard is empty. The cobblestones are slick. Your boots leave dark prints. They vanish quickly. The water is cold. The air is...

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