The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The feast was loud. Candles sputtered. Smoke curled. Men ate. Women whispered. The air smelled of grease and fear. Silas stood by the wall. He held a cup. The cup was cold. His hands shook. Not from cold. From hunger. He had not eaten in two days. The bread was stale. The wine was weak. But the noise was real. The noise filled the room. It pressed against his eardrums. It was a physical...

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