The Golden Oath
The banquet hall smelled of roasted venison and the sharp, metallic tang of fear, a scent that clung to the velvet drapes and soaked into the polished floorboards where the oil lamps flickered against the rising damp. Captain Elias Thorne stood at the head of the long table, his uniform immaculate, the gold braid on his collar catching the low light with a dull, heavy luster that seemed to...
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