The Golden Oath
The hammer rang against the anvil, a sharp, metallic shriek that cut through the humid air of the forge, and with it came the voice of Guild Master Aldous, high and thin as a cracked bell. "Elias. Step forward." Elias wiped the soot from his forehead with a forearm that was already trembling from the heat, the rhythm of his work broken by the summons. He was thirty years old, a man whose hands...
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