The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The mud under your boots is warm, and it pulses against the soles of your boots with a rhythm that is not quite your own. You are Elias Thorne, and you are holding your daughter, Lily, whose lips are stained with a black sludge that smells of iron and old rain. Three days she has coughed, and for three days the air in the valley has thickened, tasting of copper and rot. You want to save her....

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