The Golden Oath
The candles in the Great Hall of Aldenmere burned with a ferocity that seemed to consume the air itself. I watched the wax pool, thinking of the Golden Oath, that ancient pact binding the city’s fate to the shadow of its speaker. I am Elias Thorne, scholar of the High Archive, and I have sought this oath for three years. My desire is not for power, but for the salvation of a city that has...
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