The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The mist in the valley of Aethelgard did not smell of rain, but of ozone and old iron. Sergeant Elias Thorne, thirty-two years old and twenty years into a service that had eaten his youth, gripped the haft of his rusted pike until the wood splintered under his palms. He was not fighting for the kingdom, nor for the abstract concept of duty that the high priests spoke of in their gilded halls....

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