The Golden Oath
You hold the ring. It is heavy. Gold does not feel heavy. Iron does. This feels like a stone in a shoe. You have worn it for forty years. It is the only thing left of the oath. You are standing in the square. The rain is cold. It soaks through your coat. You do not move. People walk by. They look at you. They see a man in a grey coat. They do not see the weight. "Are you staying?" It is Thomas....
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