The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The feast was a wound in the night. Candles burned low. Wax dripped like blood. The hall smelled of roasting goose and iron. Wine stained the tablecloth. It was red. It was thick. It was wrong. A young boy sat at the edge of the room. His name was Thomas. He was small. He was quiet. He wore a tunic of rough wool. It was gray. It was old. It fit him poorly. He watched the lords. They drank. They...

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