The Golden Oath
The ink smudges. It spreads across the parchment like a bruise, black and wet, defying your careful hand. You are Thomas Bradshaw, Captain of the Royal Garrison, and you are thirty-two years old. You want to save the garrison. You want to deliver the rebel leader, Elias, to the executioner, because the funding arrives only when the head rolls. But you cannot write the report. You cannot say he...
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