The Golden Oath
The feast had been going on for three days, the air thick with the scent of roasted boar, spiced wine, and the cloying sweetness of overripe figs that clung to the throats of the assembled men. You sat at the head of the long oak table, your armor polished to a mirror shine that reflected the flickering torchlight, a shield that seemed to drink in the noise of the room. The hall was a cavern of...
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