The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The mess hall smelled of roasted goose and stale beer. It was a thick, cloying scent that clung to the wool of the uniforms. The officers sat at long tables under low ceilings. Their faces were lit by the amber glow of gas lamps. The air was heavy with the heat of bodies and the noise of cutlery. Elias Thorne sat at the head of the table. He did not eat. He stared at the white plate before him....

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