The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The bell tolled. It was not a sound of welcome. It was a sound of breaking. Marcus stood in the square. The stone beneath his boots was cold. It bit into his soles. He did not care. His hands were at his sides. They were still. They had to be still. Around him, the crowd was a wall. They pressed in. They breathed on his neck. The air smelled of wet wool and fear. And something else. Iron. Old...

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