The Golden Oath
The road was black with mud and older sins. Elias walked. His legs burned. The mud sucked at his boots with a wet, greedy sound. He was not walking for pleasure. He was walking because the alternative was to lie down and let the cold take him. But the cold did not want him yet. The cold was busy elsewhere. The castle rose ahead. It did not look like a castle in the stories. It looked like a...
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