The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The soup in the bowl before you is thick with the scent of thyme and bone, a heavy, golden broth that steams in the cold air of the mess hall. You are a corporal in the 42nd Dragoons, stationed at the edge of the Blackwood Fen, a place where the industrial age has crept in with its black smoke and iron rails, but where the land itself remains ancient and indifferent to your presence. You hold...

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