The Golden Oath
The banquet hall smelled of roasted lamb and old wax, a thick, cloying scent that hung in the air like a shroud over the assembled guests. They sat in a long, winding procession around a table that stretched from the arched entrance to the heavy oak doors at the far end, their faces illuminated by the flicker of a hundred tallow candles that cast long, trembling shadows against the stone walls....
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