The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The summons lay on the oak table, the wax seal broken, the ink still wet. It was a command, not an invitation. I read it twice, the parchment rough against my thumb. The High Council demanded my presence at the Feast of Oaths. They wanted my signature. They wanted my silence. I signed it. The quill scratched a deep furrow in the paper. I was Silas, a border warden for twenty years. I wanted...

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