The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The mud on the road was black and slick, sucking at my boots with a wet, greedy sound that matched the hollow ache in my stomach. I ran, my breath tearing through my throat in jagged shards, the weight of the iron lantern in my left hand a familiar, cold companion. Behind me, the sound of hooves was not a distant thunder but a close, rhythmic pounding, like a second heart beating out of sync...

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