The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The boy’s hands shook, but not from the cold. "You’re late, Elian," the man said. His voice was dry, like leaves skittering across pavement. "The Guard doesn’t wait for children." Elian looked up. The man wore a coat that had been mended so many times it looked like a patchwork quilt. It was the same shade of grey as the locket hanging around Elian’s neck. The locket was gold, warm against his...

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