The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The ledger held forty-three pages of dried blood and ink. Thomas counted the coins in the Lord’s purse, his fingers stiff with cold, while the feast hall roared around him. He was forty years old, and his hands smelled of thyme and rot, a scent that clung to the wool of his tunic no matter how hard he scrubbed. Lord Blackwood sat at the head of the long oak table, a man whose smile did not...

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