The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The blood was hot. It coated my tongue, tasting of copper and old pennies. I stood in the center of the square, my rifle raised, my heart a drum beating against my ribs. Around me, the town of Oakhaven slept, unaware of the fracture in the world. Or perhaps they knew. Perhaps the silence was not peace, but the held breath of a thousand witnesses. I am not a hero. I am a man with a job. A...

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