The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

"Arthur. Come here, you fool. You’re letting the wine go warm." Lord Halloway’s voice boomed across the dining room, thick with the scent of roast pheasant and expensive brandy. Arthur Vane stood by the sideboard, his hands trembling slightly, not from the cold, but from the sheer, crushing weight of the moment. He was thirty years old, a man who had once held a respectable position in...

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