The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The wind in the valley does not blow; it scrapes. It is a dry, metallic sound that has been grinding against the black glass of the Obsidian Spire for twenty years, and I have learned to count its rhythms like a heartbeat. I am Elias Thorne, Commander of the Border Patrol, and I am writing this final entry in the Keeper’s Log because the winter solstice is three days away, and the Spire is...

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