The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The hall was cold. Stone walls wept with condensation. Torches sputtered. The air smelled of wet wool and old blood. King Aldric sat on the Iron Throne. He looked tired. His crown sat heavy on his brow. Below him, the floor was packed. Generals. Squires. Priests. They stood in silence. No one moved. No one breathed. The tension was a physical weight. It pressed against the chest. It squeezed...

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