The Golden Oath
The brass badge weighed three ounces and forty-two years. You counted the days in the hollow of the basement, the air thick with the damp smell of old stone and rust, your fingers tracing the raised edges of the star until the metal warmed against your skin. Your left knee throbbed, a dull, persistent ache that had nothing to do with the cold and everything to do with the fact that you were...
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