The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The rain fell like a curtain of iron needles. It soaked into the wool of my cloak, heavy and cold, pressing against the stone of my back. I stood in the mud of the King’s road, holding the ledger. My hands shook. Not from the cold. From the weight of it. The leather was stiff. The ink was black and dry. I am not a man. I was not born of a woman. I came from the mist that clings to the high...

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