The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

Your hands are black with soil, the dirt packed deep into the whorls of your fingerprints, gritty and cold against the leather of your gloves. You are digging. Not for treasure, not for gold, but for the root that has begun to wither. The Golden Oak stands at the center of the keep, its trunk wider than the throne room, its branches scraping the sky like the fingers of a desperate man. The...

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