The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The rain on the bridge was not water; it was a judgment, cold and metallic, seeping through the wool of my cloak and into the marrow of my bones. I stood at the center of the Iron Span, the ancient stone groaning under the weight of the garrison’s march, while the fog below churned like a pot of boiling lead. We were the Kingsmen, the last line of defense between the Citadel and the encroaching...

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