The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The rain hits the stone. It is cold. It is old. You feel it on your face. You stand in the hall. The air smells of wet wool and iron. There is a sound in the corner. A scratching. A low moan. You know what it is. You have known it for years. The Beast. It is not a monster. It is a man. Or he was. Now he is a thing of rage and rot. He is holding the door. He is holding the King’s heir. You draw...

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