The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The rain had not stopped for three days, and the city of Oakhaven sat under a bruised sky that threatened to crack open and spill its darkness onto the cobblestones. We were waiting on the bridge, the iron span that connected the old quarter to the new, where the fog rolled in thick as wool from the river below. I stood at the railing, my hand resting on the cold metal, feeling the vibration of...

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