The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The snow in the Ashworth Valley did not fall; it hung, a suspended grey mist that turned the world into a watercolor of slate and bone. Thomas Ashworth, thirty years old and a squire of no particular renown to the Duke, walked through this fog with his left hand wrapped in thick wool, the fabric stained a deep, irrevocable black. He was returning home for the first time in ten years, driven not...

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