The Golden Oath
You wake in the tower. The air is cold. It smells of dust and old stone. You are naked. You are cold. The light is grey. It comes through the narrow slit. You look at your hands. They are smooth. They are young. But they feel heavy. You know why. You are the Keeper. You have been the Keeper for a thousand years. Or maybe just a few days. Time does not matter here. Time is a thing you eat. The...
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