The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The hall smelled of roasted pork and stale lavender. It was the midsummer feast for the village of Oakhaven, a small, grey place nestled in a valley where the fog rolled in thick and heavy from the river. Margaret stood at the edge of the long table, her fingers tight around a silver goblet. The metal was cold. It bit into her skin. She watched the light dance on the surface of the beer. It...

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