The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The rain fell on the cobblestones of the old watchtower. It was cold. I wiped my hands on my tunic. The leather was cracked. My hands were cracked too. I looked at the man in the chair. He was old. His face was a map of grief. He did not look at me. He looked at the floor. "Speak," I said. "I have nothing to say, Commander." "Then you are a fool." He smiled. It was a sad smile. "Perhaps." I...

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