The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The fire in the central hall roared with a voice like tearing silk. It was a feast for the end of the siege. The long table was groaning under the weight of roasted boar, jars of thick honey, and wheels of cheese that smelled of salt and age. The air was thick, heavy with the scent of burning pine, sweat, and the metallic tang of fear that lingered beneath the perfume of spices. Elian sat at...

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