The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The oak tree in the center of the courtyard did not die. It had not died for three hundred years, nor would it die for the next three hundred. Its roots were a tangle of grey and white, thick as a man’s thigh, gripping the stone floor of the Grand Hall with a tenacity that defied the frost that bit at the windows. I stood before it, my hands bound by the silent, invisible weight of my own...

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