The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The banquet hall of the Whitmore estate smelled of roasted goose and damp wool, a thick, cloying scent that seemed to hang in the air like a fog that refused to lift. Colonel Elias Thorne sat at the head of the long mahogany table, his hands resting on the polished wood, fingers tracing the grain with a slow, deliberate rhythm that betrayed a nervousness he had long since stopped acknowledging...

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