The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The air in the great hall tastes of wet wool and old paper, a heavy, suffocating scent that clings to the back of your throat. It is a feast, or what is left of one. The long oak table, scarred by decades of knives and spilled wine, stretches into the gloom of the room, illuminated only by the flickering, erratic light of a single gas lamp that hisses like a dying snake. You sit at the head of...

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