The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The count began at dawn, in the stable yard where the frost lay thick as wool on the stone. Sir Aldric stood before his horse, a grey mare named Bess, and counted the hours until the army marched. Three hours. The number hung in the cold air, sharp and immutable. He pulled his boots up to his knees, the leather stiff with ice, and felt the dull, spreading numbness in his left foot. It was a...

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