The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The hall smelled of roasted pork and old stone. You stand by the window. The glass is cold. Your breath fogs it. Outside, the snow falls. It falls without end. Inside, the heat is thick. It presses against your skin. You do not move. You are the eldest. You are the judge. You are the silence in the room. They are waiting. The family is gathered. They look at you. Their eyes are sharp. They are...

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