The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The ale was pouring from the casks in the square, and I counted the seconds between each pour to keep my hands steady. One, two, three; the crowd was thick, pressing against the stone walls of Oakhaven, smelling of wet wool and roasted pork. I needed the High Warden’s seal. I needed the promotion. My sister Clara lay in the infirmary on the other side of the wall, her lungs rattling with a...

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