The Golden Oath
The feast was held in the great hall of the Abbey of St. Jude, a place of stone and silence that had known more centuries of prayer than of noise. Yet tonight, the air was thick with the scent of roasting venison and spiced wine, and the torchlight flickered against the vaulted ceiling, casting long, dancing shadows that seemed to breathe. I sat at the lower end of the long oak table, a scribe...
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