The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The room smelled of wet wool, stale tobacco, and the metallic tang of old ink. It was a smell that had seeped into the very fibers of the walls, into the heavy velvet drapes that pooled on the floor like spilled blood, and into the minds of the men who sat in the long, scarred oak table. I remember the weight of the silence. It was a heavy, suffocating thing, pressing down on my chest, making...

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