The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The iron gate was cold. It was always cold. I stood before it, my hand resting on the rusted latch. The rain had stopped, but the air still held the weight of the storm. It smelled of wet stone and old blood. I am a guard. I have been a guard for forty years. I have kept the door. I have kept the wall. I have kept the oath. The oath is a heavy thing. It sits in the chest like a stone. It does...

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