The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The fog in Oakhaven did not roll in; it seeped up from the earth like a bruise. Elias Thorne stood in the square, his hands stained with a substance that smelled of rotting honey and old blood. The townsfolk kept their distance, their eyes darting to the ancient willows that lined the perimeter of the village. The trees were weeping. Not water, but a thick, viscous gold sap that pooled in the...

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