The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The rain hammers the slate. It is a cold, gray sheet. You stand in the center of the square. Your hands are cut. The blood mixes with the mud. It is red. It is bright. Around you, the crowd holds its breath. They do not cheer. They do not shout. They watch. Their eyes are hard. They are wet. They are full of something you cannot name. It is not pity. It is fear. You are a builder. You are the...

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