The Golden Oath
You stand at the edge of the long table. The air is thick with smoke and the smell of roasted lamb. Around you, the men of the house drink. They are loud. They are cruel. They laugh at things you do not understand. You are not one of them. You are the watcher. You are the seeker. The room is a box. High ceilings. Stone walls. No windows. A single brazier burns in the corner. The light is...
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