The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The mist clung to the castle gate like a wet shroud as Sir Kaelen watched his brother mount his horse. The air smelled of damp stone and old iron, a scent that had seeped into Kaelen’s bones over twenty years of service. He did not weep, nor did he wave. He simply stood there, a statue of grim endurance, while the boy’s horse stamped impatiently in the mud. Kaelen’s want was simple and cold:...

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