The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The hall smelled of roasted venison and wet wool, a thick, cloying aroma that hung heavy in the air, suffocating the flicker of the torchlight. You sat at the long oak table, your hands folded tightly in your lap, the knuckles white, the skin drawn taut over the bones as if trying to escape the flesh. Around you, the lords of the Ashwood Valley drank and laughed, their voices a roar that...

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