The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The iron ring sits heavy in your palm. It is cold. It is old. It is the only thing left of the Oath. You stand in the dark of the great hall, the torchlight guttering against the damp stone walls. Your armor chafes your shoulders. The weight of it is a familiar burden. You are Sir Julian Thorne. You are the last of the Kingsguard. Or so the court says. The air smells of wet wool and old blood....

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