The Golden Oath
The count was always the same: four hundred and twelve stones in the Great Hall of Blackwood Keep, each one cold to the touch, each one humming with a low, subterranean thrum that Aldric felt in his teeth before he heard it in his ears. He stood in the center of the flagstones, his joints grinding with the damp that seeped up from the foundations, counting the hours until the ritual could be...
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