The Golden Oath
The sky split open with a sound like tearing silk, and the rain that followed was not water but a thick, amber syrup. It coated the cobblestones of the town square in a glossy, viscous layer that trapped the light of the setting sun, turning the world into a trapped firefly. You stood in the center of it all, your hands clamped around the leather satchel, the straps cutting into your palms. The...
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