The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The rain hit the mud like a hammer. Elias wiped his eyes. His face was a mask of clay. He held the pike low. The wood was wet. It slipped in his fingers. He was not a soldier. He was a farmer. His hands knew soil, not steel. But the tax collectors came. They came with iron and fire. They took the grain. They took the cows. They took the breath from the village. Elias stood. He did not choose...

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