The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The hall smelled of yeast and old wool. Miles stood by the door. He did not enter. Not yet. His boots were polished to a mirror shine. The leather was tight across the toes. He had walked six miles to get here. The town of Oakhaven lay behind him. Silent. Dark. He looked at the crowd. Hundreds of faces. Eyes on him. Not with love. With fear. Or perhaps anger. It was hard to tell. The light was...

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