The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The mist in Aethelgard did not rise; it seeped, a cold, grey tide that swallowed the cobblestones and the lower ledges of the spires, erasing the city’s verticality until it felt less like a place and more like a suspended, breathing lung. Elias Thorne stood on the edge of the precipice, his fingers white-knuckled around the railing, watching the fog roll over the outer walls where he had been...

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