The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The frost bites the stone floor of the hall. You feel it through the thin soles of your boots. It is a cold that does not stop at the skin. It settles in the bone. You are the scribe. You are the keeper of the ledger. You are no one. You sit in the shadow of the great oak table. The wood is dark and polished. It reflects the candlelight in long, wavering strips. Your hands are steady. They have...

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