The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The wind screamed through the cracks of the stone. It was a thin, high sound. Like a needle. Like a ghost. Inside the keep, the air was thick. It smelled of damp wool and old blood. The torches flickered. Shadows danced on the walls. They moved like fingers. They reached for the boy. Thomas sat by the hearth. He was seven. His hands were small. They shook. He held a knife. The blade was dull....

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