The Golden Oath
The fire had already taken the roof beam before you heard the first scream, the timber groaning like a dying animal as the heat pressed against your chest, a physical weight that made it hard to draw breath. You were standing in the hallway of Thorne Hall, your hand gripping the iron banister so tightly your knuckles turned white, watching the orange light pulse through the gaps in the door...
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