The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The fog did not roll in from the sea that morning; it rose from the earth itself, a thick, gray wool that strangled the roots of the oak trees surrounding the Whitmore estate. It was a fog that tasted of iron and old blood, a physical thing that pressed against the face like a damp cloth. Sir Julian Whitmore stood at the head of the long table in the great hall, his hands resting on the...

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