The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The parchment was still warm from the tallow lamp, its surface slick with the grease of the feast that had just ended, and I held it against my chest like a stolen child, the royal seal pressed into my palm until the gold bit into my flesh. The hall of the Chancery smelled of roasted boar and stale beer, the air thick with the sweat of three hundred courtiers who had feasted on the King’s...

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