The Golden Oath
The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, gray deluge that turned the muddy ramparts of Fort Sterling into a slick, treacherous expanse of churned earth and rotting wood, and I stood at the center of it, my uniform soaked through to the skin, the heavy wool clinging to my ribs like a second, suffocating layer of flesh that made every breath a laborious, gasping effort, while the...
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