The Golden Oath
Thorne! The name was not a greeting but a command, shouted by the morning wind that rattled the shutters of the workshop, a sound that had no source but seemed to come from the very stones of Oakhaven, as if the town itself were calling for you to be found, to be pinned to the bench where you sat with your hands trembling so violently that the brass gears slipped from your fingers and clattered...
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