The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

In his left hand, Sergeant Elias Thorne held a vine that had not seen sunlight in three years, its bark rough and gray like old rope, yet from its cut ends, a liquid gold bled steadily into the rain. He stood in the center of the Oakhaven square, the wet cobblestones slick under his boots, waiting for the council to acknowledge the impossible thing in his fist. The town had already decided he...

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