The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The frost had crept up the windowpanes until the outside world was nothing but a jagged white blur. I sat in the armchair by the dying fire, my hands wrapped around a mug of tea that had long since gone cold. My father stood by the hearth, his back to me, staring into the ashes. He was a man of few words, a retired soldier who had spent his life obeying orders and keeping his mouth shut. But...

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