The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

You hold the shield. It is heavy. The iron is cold. It smells of rust and old blood. You are Thomas. You are a guard. You stand at the gate. The gate is broken. The wood splinters under your hands. You look up. The sky is grey. The rain falls. It soaks your tunic. It soaks your hair. You are wet. You are cold. You do not move. "Move, Thomas." The voice is sharp. It cuts the air. You look down....

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