The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The frost on the barracks window was three inches thick. You count the layers. One, two, three. You count the hours since the last patrol report. Zero. You count the men missing. Seven. Your brother, Thomas, is among them. The Commandant’s office smells of stale tobacco and wet wool. He stands by the map, a brass ruler in his hand, tapping the border line. "The patrol failed to check in at the...

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