The Golden Oath
The ceramic mug was cold in Elias Thorne’s hands, the condensation sliding down the glaze to pool on the wet cobblestones of the courtyard, a small, dark lake reflecting the grey sky above. He stared at the liquid, watching a single drop fall from the rim, shattering the reflection of the towering wall that enclosed their university, a wall that seemed less like stone and more like the flank of...
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