The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

I woke with the taste of iron on my tongue. The air was thick. It tasted of wet wool and old stone. I was lying on a flagstone floor. My back ached. A dull, deep ache. Like a bruise under a bruise. I sat up. My hands were bound. Rough rope. It bit into my wrists. I looked down. I wore the grey tunic of the Watch. The insignia was gone. Just a faded patch. I was in the cell. The stone walls...

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