The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The hall smelled of roasted boar and old iron. The torches sputtered in the draft, casting long, jagged shadows that danced on the stone walls like restless spirits. I sat at the far end of the table, my hands bound by chains that had long since worn into the flesh. My name is Elias. I was once the King’s shield. Now I was his shame. The King sat high above us. His face was a mask of flesh and...

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