The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

Thorne, stand up. The voice cut through the low hum of the Winter Solstice feast like a knife through wax. You froze, the wine in your goblet sloshing against the rim, and turned to see the new Commander, a man named Vane, pointing a finger at you from the high table. The hall was thick with the smell of roasted boar, beeswax candles, and the damp wool of two hundred men who had come to drink...

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