The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The rain on the windowpane of the guild hall was not water, but a weeping, silver skin that obscured the world outside. Inside, the air was thick with the smell of damp wool, stale ale, and the metallic tang of fear. Thomas Bradshaw stood in the center of the circular room, his back to the heavy oak door, his hands bound behind him with rope that bit into his wrists. He was a man of few words,...

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