The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The feast hall smelled of roasted boar and wet wool, a thick, cloying scent that clung to the back of your throat. You sat at the edge of the long oak table, your hands resting on the rough wood, fingers stained with the dark wine you had not tasted. Around you, the lords of the Vale laughed, their voices booming off the stone walls, echoing in the rafters where the smoke curled in grey...

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