The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The bell rang. It was not a school bell. It was not a church bell. It was the iron tongue of the town’s own throat, vibrating in the cold air. Miles stood at the edge of the square. He held his rifle. The wood was warm against his chest. He wore the coat. The coat was heavy. It smelled of wool and sweat. He did not smell the wool. He smelled the fear. The crowd was thick. They packed the...

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