The Golden Oath
The train hissed to a halt in the gray mist of Oakhaven, and I stepped onto the platform with my suitcase and Elara’s hand in mine, feeling the weight of our father’s debt settle into my bones before we had even walked a single street. We were twelve and nine, respectively, and the air tasted of coal smoke and wet iron, a texture that coated the back of my throat as we looked up at the towering...
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