The Golden Oath
The sword bit into the stone, and the vibration traveled up your arm, a cold shock that settled in the marrow of your shoulder. You did not pull it out. You stood there, breathing through your mouth, feeling the sigil on your left palm pulse against the leather of your gauntlet. It was a hot, wet thing, like a second heartbeat trapped under the skin. The mist in the Blackwood was thick enough...
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