The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The wind tore at the wool. It was a cold wind. It bit through the layers. It found the bones. Sir Edward stood still. He was alone. The landscape stretched out. It was a sea of grey. He held the object. It was a shard. It was glass. It was golden. He held it tight. His hand was white. He was a knight. He was a soldier. He served the Crown. He served the Law. The Law was rigid. The Law was...

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