The Golden Oath
The mud in the courtyard of Hale Manor had turned to a thick, sucking paste under the relentless November rain, a mirror of the despair that had settled over the village of Oakhaven in the year 1348. Sir Thomas Hale, a knight of forty years whose armor was dented and stained with the grime of a long siege, stood alone in the center of this wet expanse, clutching a small vial of glass against...
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