The Golden Oath
Chapter One The fog in Cornwall did not rise; it sat, a heavy, grey lid on the tin roofs of the logging camp, trapping the smoke of the stoves in a cold, stagnant pool. Lois Muncy stood in the doorway of the archive loft, her breath misting in the damp air, her hands raw from the work of stripping bark all day. She had come to ask for her brother, Kael, who was locked in the basement vault for...
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