The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The pot bubbled over. It was a thick, dark stew, smelling of iron and boiled wool. I stirred it with a wooden spoon, the grain worn smooth by years of my hands. Outside, the wind screamed across the valley, a high, thin note that cut through the heavy silence of the camp. We were three days from the border. The men were huddled around the fire, their faces pale in the flickering light. They did...

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