The Golden Oath
The feast was loud. Candles burned low in silver holders, melting into puddles of gold on the oak table. Meat roasted on spits. Wine ran red in clay cups. Laughter bounced off stone walls. It was a good night. It was a warm night. Outside, the wind howled in the dark. Inside, we were safe. We were together. Silas sat at the head of the table. He did not eat. He did not drink. He stared at his...
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