The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The order lay on the table, the ink still wet and glistening like a fresh wound. I read it twice, the parchment stiff with cold, the wax seal broken and discarded. It was simple enough. Seal the gate. Keep the village out. Let the sap do its work. I signed it. My hand did not shake. I am Elias Thorne, thirty-two years old, and I have worn the King’s grey wool for ten winters. I know the weight...

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