The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The rain in Oakhaven did not fall so much as it hung, a thick, grey curtain that smelled of wet stone and old rot. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the village square, his boots sinking into the mud that had turned to slurry under the weight of the crowd, and he felt the soul of the child slipping through his fingers like wet sand. The boy, no older than seven, lay on the cobblestones, his...

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