The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The brass buckle on my belt was cold, a hard knot against my hip that I had rubbed until the metal was smooth and dull. I sat in the corner of the carriage, the wood groaning under the weight of the snow outside, and watched Kael’s hands. They were steady, resting on his knees, the fingers long and calloused from a life of work that I had shared with him once. He was not the smuggler the...

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