The Golden Oath
The lintel falls before you can even blink, a slab of ancient granite that snaps the spine of your mentor, Arthur, in two. The sound is not a crash but a wet, heavy thud, like a sack of wet sand dropped from a height. Dust billows up, choking the air in the Obsidian Throne Room, and for a moment you are suspended in a haze of grey powder, watching his body crumple beneath the weight of history....
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