The Golden Oath
The feast was a lie of gold. You remember the smell. Wax and wine. The heavy scent of roasted meat. The air was thick with smoke and the sweat of too many bodies. They sat in a circle. Long tables. White cloths. Crystal glasses catching the firelight. You were not at the table. You stood by the wall. You held your book. Your hands shook. The book was leather bound. Old. Worn. It was your...
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