The Golden Master
The harvest feast in Oakhaven was a riot of roasted pork and mead, the air thick with the sweat of forty men and the smoke of tallow candles. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood at the center of the table, his hands clasped around a clay mug, watching the firelight dance on the stone walls. He wanted the promotion to Captain. It was not a vanity, but a necessity; the stipend would cover the leeches and...
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