The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The mist lay thick upon the valley floor, a white shroud that swallowed the base of the stone wall. It smelled of wet limestone and old iron. Sir Thomas stood at the parapet, his hand resting on the hilt of a sword that felt heavier than steel had any right to be. He was not a man of many words, nor of many smiles. He was a man of duty, carved from the same hard granite as the keep behind him....

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