The Golden Oath
The rain fell in a steady, gray sheet over the valley, turning the mud into a thick, sucking paste that held the boots of the three men fast. They were not soldiers in the traditional sense, for they wore no uniform of bright wool or polished brass. They wore the mud itself, and the silence that had grown in their bellies since the last supply line was cut. They were the keepers of the granary,...
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